Seabiscuit: An American Legend

by Laura Hillenbrand

The colt’s tongue shot out the side of his mouth.23 Seabiscuit had broken him. Woolf dropped low over the saddle and called into Seabiscuit’s ear, asking him for everything he had. Seabiscuit gave it to him. War Admiral tried to answer, clinging to Seabiscuit for a few strides, but it was no use. He slid from Seabiscuit’s side as if gravity were pulling him backward. Seabiscuit’s ears flipped up. Woolf made a small motion with his hand. “So long, Charley.”24 He had coined a phrase that jockeys would use for decades. Galloping low with Woolf flat over his back, Seabiscuit flew into the lane, the clean peninsula of track narrowing ahead as the crowd