This here's Grey Eagle stock, North Virginny' says he.

'Don't want her,' says you.

'What's the matter with the colt ?' says he.

'Nothin', only she ain't Blue Grass.

Got to be Blue Grass.' 'But she's got the gait, ain't she ?' 'Yes, the gait's all right, action fine, good-looking, too, nothing wrong, but she ain't Blue Grass bred.' And so you lose your race.