6.4.4 4G FS OO tof id We bedah 44 ) A hot asal ity ; a oe Pe Wrgnt ae iA hod: i iia 4 fh Re a) ae Ska. 2 éaks “5 es. ee i - SPSS 6 Ss oa ee Se ee eee 6 7 ED. GEERS’ EXPERIENCE WITH THE TROTTERS AND PACERS. EMBRACING A BRIEF HISTORY OF HIS EARLY LIFE IN TENNESSEE, WITH DESCRIPTIONS OF SOME OF THE CUSTOMS PECULIAR TO THAT STATE, AND A GENERAL DESCRIPTION a THE or NOTED HORSES HE HAS DRIVEN, TOGETHER reed A LIST OF THE HORSES HE HAS GIVEN FAST RECORDS; ALSO INSTRUCTIONS ABOUT CONDITIONING AND CARING FOR THE HorsE BEFORE, AND. DURING RACING, BUFFALO, N. Y, 1gOT, \ ITHE LISRARY OF CONGRESS, i Two Corits Received MAR, 30 1901 _ COPYRIGHT ENTRY Mar M,190/ CLASS Q’xXc. Ne. #774 COPY B. Copyright, igor, by E. F. GEERS. ef? o%? @ e eee < eo ee ee e (Sit ee 820 @ @ Conc ee® @e e (< (ee JOC: Rye (Ge € ‘c « © cS (aber, che fa (< « € € « < « c C © Canc t ecs C.c@& « SC € C « « Ce Oe eC matCs Pe a aN THE MATTHEWS-NORTHRUP CO., QOMPLETE ART-PRINTING WORKS, BUFFALO, N. Ye 20070 TO MR. C. J. HAMLIN, ONE OF THE PIONEERS IN THE BREEDING AND DEVELOPMENT OF THE LIGHT-HARNESS HORSE, AND TO WHOSE LIBERALITY, INTELLIGENT INDUSTRY AND UNSWERVING FIDELITY THE RACE-GOING PUBLIC IS SO DEEPLY INDEBTED, THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED BY THE AUTHOR. BRED AC E. OR several years past friends and horsemen in kK different parts of the country have importuned me to give in published form my experience in train- ing and driving light-harness horses, and as no work of this character has appeared in this country for a number of years, it occurred to me that if I was ever to do so the present is a very proper time to com- ply with this request, therefore I have rather reluc- tantly decided to publish this volume. I am indebted to Mr. P. M. Babcock, an old friend of mine, now re- siding in Buffalo, for whatever merit the editorial work of this book may possess, as the main part of it has been written by him, aided by such suggestions as I have been able to give. I have never kept a diary or other memoranda and hence the dates herein given are mainly from recollection, and, while some of them ' may be wrong, I believe them to be substantially cor- rect. With the expectation of a generous criticism of © its merits and defects this book is submitted to the consideration of all who care to peruse its pages. EE F_GEERS: BUFFALO, March 1, 1901. PITRODUCTORY RAINING horses for races, and the development ah of speed, are arts almost as old as history itself, and, while different people at different epochs in the past have employed different methods for accomplishing the common object, the reader, in order to form a correct judgment as to the success and merits of one who has devoted the best years of his life to the accomplishment of developing the light- harness horse to his present high standard of excel- lence, must necessarily understand and appreciate the conditions surrounding his undertaking, and hence a brief summary of the conditions which existed in Tennessee at and prior to the time of my entering the arena would seem to be desirable. When Tennessee was settled, the lands were taken up by comparatively few people. These few land owners were a sport-loving people, and, to gratify their pleasure, imported large numbers of thoroughbred horses, some of which were among the best and most distinguished race horses of their day. There were very few regular racetracks in that State in those days; but these large land owners nearly all had private tracks, or “rings,” upon their vast estates, where the neighbors of a community would occasionally meet in friendly contests. It was soon demonstrated that, owing to the hilly country and stony and muddy roads, locomotion could best be accomplished by the use of the saddle horse, and hence it was that 9 certain gentlemen imported from Kentucky a number of highly-bred pacing and saddle animals, and these being crossed with the thoroughbreds gave to the peo- ple of the State the foundation stock of the great families of pacers which have made the name of Tennessee a household word wherever the pacing and saddle horse is known and appreciated. This was the condition of affairs when the clouds of civil war rolled over this fair State and darkened nearly every home within its borders. When the war was over, it was found that most of the valuable and highly-bred horses of the State had disappeared, and what remained were the common-purpose horses used to carry on the business of a pretty well discouraged and nearly bankrupt people, and it may readily be imagined that in this state of affairs the minds of the people were upon something more substantial than racing horses. So little attention had been given to the training and development of harness horses for racing purposes that when I commenced my career as a trainer and driver, in 1872, there was but one old dilapidated mile track in the State, and not a single horse bred or de- veloped in the State had acquired a record below 2.30. Another element that contributed to this result was the fact that the only harness horses in the State during this period possessing sufficient speed to engage in turf contests were the pacers; but at that time the pacer was not recognized as being entitled to demon- strate his merits upon the race tracks of the country, and hence pacing speed was of no value, and the horse that could pace a mile in 2.10 was worth no more in the market than one that could not pace a mile in three minutes, the only element of value being his ability and value as a saddle horse. But when, in IO : | 1879, that great quartette, consisting of Blind Tom, Mattie Hunter, Rowdy Boy, and Lucy, electrified the race-going public by their brilliant achievements upon the race tracks of the North, the broad minded and generous hearted Colonel Edwards of Cleveland, then the controlling spirit of that celebrated track, pro- claimed that, at least upon that track, the pacer should no longer be considered as an outlaw, and from that period dates the value of the pacing horse in racing contests upon the different American race tracks. The first attempt to breed and develop trotting race horses in Tennessee, within my knowledge, was about the year 1868, when Rev. Talbert Fanning of Frank- lin College, Tennessee, brought some Morgans from Vermont. These horses were very beautiful in form, and, like nearly all of that family, were great road horses, possessing great endurance and plenty of speed for that purpose, but not sufficently fast for first-class track horses, and hence their breeding and training did not accomplish much in the upbuilding of the reputa- tion of the State as the home of the trotting race horse. Soon after this, Colonel John Overton of Nashville purchased and brought to the State the trotting-bred stallion Chieftain, who, although a well- bred horse, was not a great success upon the turf, nor as the sire of speed; but some of his daughters proved to be good brood mares, and the blood of this horse is found in the pedigree of a number of good turf per- formers. Following the advent of Chieftain, Major Campbell Brown of Spring Hill purchased the horse Trouble, by Almont 33, and this horse also proved a disappointment to the breeding interests of the State. Blackwood, Jr., was next brought to the State by Mr. Zell of Nashville, and, while a good race horse for his II day, he failed to impress his speed and race-horse qualities upon his get, and none, that I am aware of, ever became distinguished upon the turf. Of the other great horses that have since been owned and bred in the State it is not my purpose at this time to speak, but this summary should, I think, be sufficient to show that, as regards material upon which to work and facilties with which to accomplish results at the beginning of my career, I at least enjoyed no advan- tages not possessed by other drivers and trainers in other and more favored sections of the country. ee a re, eel I ATG OEE Te ET ite er ae - : ———— a «/[12} SI JO 199} OM} MOL sNUTUT js9}TI09 dy} Wor) padstoMla Jpvo Jo]eUIs ayy —* “AZ FLU} JO Jo] OUI OF JayIO 2Y} pue-jYS11 oy 0} passed yyeoau0 * * * “9a1] BO} BUILD Ady} [UN soUL\sIp JAOYS v IOJ apis Aq OpIs poovs AY», ay cpa Di eh a BRIEF HISTORY OF MY EARLY LIFE — EXPERIENCE DRIVING CALVES —SAW MY FIRST TROTTING RACE—MY FIRST TROTTING HORSE—CONSTRUC- TION OF MY FIRST RACE TRACK — OBJECTIONS OF MY PARENTS TO MY BECOMING A TRAINER AND DRIVER. WAS born on a farm about three miles from ] Lebanon, Wilson County, Tennessee, January 25, 1851. My father was a farmer in moderate cir- cumstances, and during my boyhood, in addition to this, he also carried on a small country store at the place. My ambition to drive something — such as horses mules, oxen and colts — is associated with my earliest recollection, and when I was a small boy my father unwittingly placed in my hands the power to com- mence the gratification of this desire, by giving me a pair of calves which were the pride of my life, and for the time being satisfied all my desires. Soon after they became mine I commenced their education and training. I first put a rope on the horns of each and drove them around, one at a time, fora few days; then I thought them well enough broken to drive together. Then I yoked them up, and, to make certain that they would not get away, I tied their tails together hard and fast, and started to drive them down through the grove. They madea plunge or two, when one released his head from the bow and became unyoked, and in 13 this condition they started to run. They raced side by side for a short distance until they came to a tree, then there was trouble,and I must confess that my inherited love for educating and training animals to drive received a severe shock, which came near dampening all the ardor which I possessed, as one calf passed to the right and the other to the left of that tree, and it did not require the wisdom of a philoso- pher to see that either the tree or the tails must give way, and it did not take long to determine the winner, as the smaller calf emerged from the contest minus about two feet of his tail, and bleeding as though his life would ebb away right then and there; and when I contemplated the awful consequences that would surely come should this result be the crowning effort of my first attempt in starting up the pathway I hoped some day to follow, my blood was nearly frozen with fear; but the calf finally recovered and they grew to be a fine yoke of oxen, and I spent many happy hours driving them. After they had grown up I traded them to my father for a two-year-old colt, worth about $50. I took extra care of him and soon had him thoroughly broken and looking well. One of the first pleasures in which the farmers and people in the country districts of Tennessee indulged after the war was in holding local or county fairs, and for many years thereafter this custom was, and to some extent still is, observed in most of the counties in the middle and western part of the State; and while the facilities for exhibiting stock, etc., and for giving races at these fairs were, and are, inferior to those in some of the other parts of the country, yet they have undoubtedly been of material benefit in helping to raise the standard of all live-stock interests. 14 About the time I became possessed of this colt I attended our county fair and for the first time in my life witnessed a trotting race, which so filled me with enthusiasm that I resolved in the not distant future to own atrotter; and as my colt had no speed at the trot- ting gait I resolved to trade him for one that did. I knew of a farmer in the neighborhood who had a nice little bay mare that could trot quite fast under the saddle, but had never been broken to harness, and I concluded it would be a good thing for me to trade my colt for her and see what I could make out of her. I approached the farmer upon the subject, and he wanted my colt and $20 for the mare. I made up my mind to trade if I could raise the $20, which I did not have. I submitted the proposition to my father and appealed to him for the money, which he gave me, and that day I traded for her, and she was the first trotter I ever attempted to handle for speed. I was then about seventeen years old. The first thing I did was to break her to harness, which was not difficult, as she was a good-tempered animal. We had a light open buggy on the place and it was only a few days before I was driving her quietly to it; and as her breaking progressed, my love to ride fast began to as- sert itself, and I would urge her to step along every time I came to a smooth piece of road. She soon learned to speed in harness, and it was not long before she could outbrush any of the horses encountered upon the road. I was very proud of her and took the best care of her I knew how. She was very handsome and much admired, and I sold her for $225. After her sale I was anxious to get another and faster one. I knew of a plain-looking horse in the neighborhood, owned by a butcher, and used upon the butcher’s cart, 15 that showed some speed at the trot. I bought him for $125, and at this time I also bought an old high- wheel sulky with springs, weighing about 110 pounds, for which I paid $15, and with this outfit I deemed myself fully equipped to commence preparations for winning some harness races. But there was no race track in that section, and a race track I must have upon which to educate my promising campaigner; and, having heard that necessity was the mother of invention, I proceeded as best I could to construct a track, but as I never had seen a regulation track and knew nothing of the procedure necessary to employ in its construction, the affair that resulted from my efforts was not such a one as Seth Griffin would ap- prove. I selected the top of a hill as a site, then tak- ing as long a rope as I could find I staked one end to the ground and at the other end of it drove a stake, then swung around in a circle, sticking stakes at dif- ferent places. Then I plowed up a space wide enough for me to drive, and when completed the track was about one-third of a mile long, and so irregular and crude that a horse would be justified in going any kind of a gait to get over it, and I have ‘often thought I was exceedingly lucky in being able to remain in the sulky while driving over its rough and irregular surface. I was then attending school and the only time I could get to devote to the construc- tion of the track was out of school hours and on Saturdays. At this time I was beset with troubles and difficulties that for a time threatened to crush my ambition, as my parents were greatly opposed to my devoting my life to training horses, and my father greatly desired my assistance in the store and wished me to pursue a mercantile life; and it was 16 only after many spirited family consultations and my persistent declarations to become a driver of fast horses that the attempt to make a merchant out of me was reluctantly abandoned by my parents, and I was allowed to proceed with the education of my prospec- tive race horse. But here I encountered difficulties which I had not anticipated; the horse was rather long gaited, and by reason of my track being so short and the turns so sharp, he could not extend himself, and I was obliged to take him on the road every time I wanted him to step fast, and for this reason his edu- cation did not progress very rapidly, but I finally got him in condition so that he could trot a mile in about 2.50, which was considered very good for a green horse in those days, and I sold him for $400. After doing so well with this horse and selling him for so good a price, the farmers in the neighborhood seemed to think I could make a race horse out of most anything, and could sell any old plug for three or four hundred dollars; and as at that time there were only two or three men in Tennessee who pretended to condition and handle horses for speed, I soon had several horses sent me to break and handle, and I did very well with some of them and sold them for their owners for good prices. 17 CHAP Teh ie MY. FIRST RACE WITH LITTLE DAVE— REV.) oi FANNING—GEORGE FULLER—MY FIRST TRIP THROUGH THE GRAND CIRCUIT HE success which attended my efforts in break- ab ing and training these few horses was known to Reverend Talbert Fanning, of whom I have spoken, and in the summer of 1871 or 1872 he wrote me to come and see him. I did so, and made an arrangement with him to goto his place and handle his recently imported Morgan horses for one year. One of these horses was a small chestnut stallion, about 14% hands high, called “Little Dave.” He was a pure-gaited trotter, and we thought he could trot quite fast for so small a horse. Mr. Fanning also had a pair of gray geldings that were of fair size, quite stylish, and matched well. They, also, had quite a fair amount of speed. That fall there were several county fairs in Wilson and adjoining counties, and I expressed to Mr. Fanning a desire to take Little Dave and the gray team to the fairs and enter them in the show classes. He readily gave his consent and I took them to Lebanon. I entered the pair as a double team, also entered one of the geldings as a single driver, and also entered Little Dave in the stallion class, and took a premium with each entry. On the last day of the fair there was a trotting race in which I started Little Dave hitched to a skeleton wagon and won the race, best time 3.04, and I 18 thought both the horse and myself were flying. That was the first race in which I had ever driven, and not- withstanding that I have since participated in many of the fastest and most sensational races ever trotted and paced in America, the pride I experienced in win- ning that race yet lingers in my memory as among my greatest triumphs. From Lebanon I went to Mur- freesboro, and won at that place about the same as I had done at Lebanon, and returned home as happy and proud as I imagine a general would be after having won a series of battles. But I was perplexed to know what to do about telling Mr. Fanning of having raced -Little Dave, when I reported the result of my trip to him. While I knew him to be a man fond of horses and one that was as fond as any one of riding fast on the road, yet the thought that he was a minister made me feel that he might be offended because, without his knowledge or consent, I had entered and raced one of his horses, as I knew as a general thing that ministers did not indulge in horse racing; but when I frankly told him all I had done he smiled and, although he said nothing, I could see by his looks and actions that he was as proud and happy over the success I had met with as I was. He died that fall or early winter, and, as his family did not care to continue the training of the horses, I returned to my home more determined than ever to succeed in the vocation I had chosen. I did not long remain idle, as some parties near there soon sent me three or four horses to handle, which I trained to the satisfaction of their owners, and this kept me busy for some time. It must be remembered that at this time nearly all the horses in that vicinity which showed any speed were natural pacers, and, as there were scarcely any Eo. sulkies, these horses were speeded at fairs and other horse shows under the saddle; and, as the pacing gait was of no value, in order to realize anything out of their development for speed the horses must be con- verted from pacers to trotters, and to accomplish this with the crude facilities then at hand and the limited knowledge I had upon the subject many incidents that now seem amusing occurred. I knew of a horse that could pace fast under the saddle and I believed I could break him to harness and convert him to the trotting gait, and so I bought him for $200, which was a large price for a green, unbroken horse. I soon broke him to harness and commenced my experiment in teaching him to trot. I understood that to make a natural pacer trot he must carry an unnatural weight on his front feet, so I went to work contriving how to accom- plish this result. I had him shod in front with shoes weighing one and a half pounds each, then I had a pair of leather sacks made that would each hold a pound of shot, then filled these sacks with shot, soaked them thoroughly in water, then buckled them around the front feet, thus compelling him to carry an extra weight of two and a half pounds on each front foot. With this weight he would square away and trot all right on the road, but when I tried him on the track it was so short that he would not, or could not, handle himself, and would get tangled up, and I was compelled to work him almost entirely on the road. He de- veloped speed very rapidly and within sixty days from the time I bought him I took him to Nashville and started him in a trotting race against four or five other horses, and, notwithstanding his handicap by reason of this heavy weight, he trotted a good race, winning second money, and undoubtedly had speed 20 enough to have won the race easily if he had not been thus handicapped. The best time, I think, in this race was about 2.40. The day of that race I refused $1,000 for him, as I thought I had a world-beater. But I gained some costly experience by this refusal, as after keeping him and training him a year or two longer Isold him for $300. His keeping and handling cost me all the money I had made on the other horses. This experience made me think I did not know as much about conditioning and handling racehorses as I supposed I did a few months previous; but this sad experience was not without its compensations, as it taught me that it seldom pays to try and make a fast trotter out of a natural pacer, as the weight re- quired to make them trot is so great as to create too much of a handicap to enable them to compete with natural trotters. Iam aware that there are exceptions to this rule; the most prominent, perhaps, is that of Old Smuggler, a natural pacer who carried about two pounds of weight on each fore foot during his trotting races, and although he and some other natural pacers have made successful trotting race horses, yet my ex- perience and observation is that as a rule the horse will do much better if allowed to go his natural gait. About the time I sold this horse, Mr. George Fuller, now in the employ of the Russian Government as chief trainer of its trotting horses, opened a training stable at Nashville, and among the horses he was handling, was a mare called Tennessee, which he was preparing for the Northern circuit. She was a fast trotter. I arranged with him to go along and take care of her. This was my first experience in taking Jessons of a competent man in preparing horses for a campaign. I regard Mr. Fuller as one of the very 21 best men to condition, train and drive horses I have ever known. I went through the grand circuit with him, and the lessons I received under his instruction have been of great benefit to me in my career since that time. This experience gave me more confidence in myself, and the next season (1875) I opened a pub- lic training stable at Nashville, where I handled a number of horses and had several that could beat 2.40, and, as fast records were not as numerous in those days as they have since become, I thought I did pretty well. While training my stable that season I met Major Campbell Brown of Spring Hill, Tennes- see. He was the grandest and best-informed man in everything that pertained to the breeding of fast har- ness horses I have ever known; and I deem it but just to say that no man in the State of Tennessee has done more than he did in raising the standard of the light-harness horse in that State to the position which it has since occupied. At that time I made an ar- rangement with him to handle his horses that fall. Among those he then owned was a black mare called Alice West, by Almont 33. She was very handsome and stylish and I soon found that she had a great deal of speed. I took her to the fair at Columbia, with several others, that fall, and took eleven premiums out of twelve entries; soon after this I took two or three show horses and two trotters and went to the fairs in Georgia and Alabama. One of the trotters was a horse called East Lynn,who could trot in about 2.40, and I sold him at the first place I went. The other was a mare called Diana. I started her in the green classes and wound up in the free for all. I gave her a record of 2.33,andshenever lostarace onthetrip. I returned to Major Brown feeling that I had been quite successful. 22 Gul nee Te ines ALICE WEST—LIZZIE THE SECOND—JOE BRADEN—A QUEER ACCIDENT — AN UNFAIR RACE DECISION — THE ONLY TIME I WAS EVER TAKEN OUT OF A SULKY AND THE RESULT. LEASED and took possession of the old fair | ground about two miles west of Columbia, Tenn., in the spring of 1876, and used the old track for - jogging and working the horses I had in training from that time until the spring of 1889, when I was again employed by Major Brown to train a large stable he had at the Ewell Farm at Spring Hill, and remained there until I went to Village Farm in the early spring of 1892; and while at Major Brown’s I also trained at his track the horses I had been working at my stable, and also took some additional horses to handle. Commencing with the season of 1877, I went North with what horses I considered good enough and raced over the different tracks of the North, generally commencing in July and ending in September, leaving a good man at home to work the horses I did not take with me; and when my Northern circuit was over I went South through the States of Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia and Mississippi, and sometimes extended my excur- © - sions as far South as Florida and Texas, and wound up the season late in December, when I would return to my home near Columbia and turn the horses out for a while. I continued this custom, from 1877, as long 23 as I continued to reside in Tennessee. Early in the season of 1877, Major Brown placed in my hands the mare Alice West, of whom I have spoken, to condition ° and prepare for the season’s campaign. She was then four years old, very speedy, and a game race mare. I think I left Tennessee with her that season in July and started her in a number of races through the North, and at New York I gave her a record of 2.26. She was the first trotter I ever marked below 2.30, and this was my first experience in conducting a campaign for myself in the North. I won several good races with her, and returned to Tennessee and took some other horses in my stable, which had been worked some during my absence, and started for the. fairs about to be held in Alabama and Georgia. While at Montgomery on this trip a very peculiar accident occurred, which might have resulted seriously, but which fortunately did not, and only added excite- ment to the race. A Mr. Beebe, the driver andipart owner of a horse called Fred Tyler, entered his horse in a race one day, and in the first heat of the race his horse acted badly, and came very near being shut out. I had an entry in another race which was being sand- wiched in with his race. As I was about leaving the track after a heat in my race, I met Mr. Beebe with Fred Tyler coming onto the track ready to start in the second heat, and he requested me to drive his horse the rest of his race, which I consented to do. I sent my horse to the stable and when about to get up behind Fred Tyler I noticed that the sulky looked weak ‘and unsafe. I took hold of one of the wheels and it seemed loose and anything but solid. I told Mr. Beebe I did not like the looks of his sulky, and did not think it was safe. He said it was all right, 24 that he was a much heavier man than I was, that he had driven a number of races with it, and if it would hold him it certainly would hold me, and with this assurance I reluctantly mounted the sulky and the race soon commenced. It was a half-mile track, and there were several horses in the race, but it scon became apparent that the contest would be between Fred Tyler and another horse, who had full as much speed as he had. When we reached the head of the stretch in the last half of the mile, Fred Tyler and the other contending horse were about on equal terms, and when I called on my horse for an extra spurt, he left his feet, and to get him back to his gait I pulled first sharply on the right rein, and then on the left. With the second pull he settled into a square trot, but the effort in pulling so hard on the left rein threw my weight on the outside wheel of the sulky, and it instantly collapsed, the spokes leaving the hub and the hub striking the ground, but, strange as it may seem, this mishap did not cause the horse to break and did not unseat me. This accident occurred about 150 yards from the wire, and I drove to the wire with one hub dragging on the ground, and Fred Tyler, under the persuasion of the whip, won the heat, amid the plaudits of as excited an audience as was ever seen upon a race track. I stopped a few feet beyond the wire, and some gentleman in the audience ran up to the sulky and took hold of the hub and raised it up, and carried it in his hand while I drove back to the judges’ stand. Another sulky was then procured and I went on and won the race. While no harm resulted to anything but the old sulky, I confess I have never cared to repeat this experience. There are hundreds of people still living in Montgomery who 25 witnessed this thrilling episode, and I never go to that city that I do not meet some one who speaks of it. When I started upon my career as a trainer and driver, I was impressed with the idea that integrity, courtesy, and gentlemanly conduct should be carried into the training stable and upon the race track to the same extent that obtains in the court room, the bank and the store; and I have ever endeavored to observe this rule of conduct in the part I have taken in training and driving horses during the past quarter of a century. But while upon one of these Southern campaigns —and I think it was in the fall of 1877— it was my fortune to come in contact with one who did not seem to entertain the same ideas upon this subject that I did. One of the horses I then had in my stable was a mare called Lizzie the Second. She was a strong, level-headed, good-gaited mare, and speedy enough for anything in her class at these races. At Americus, Ga., I started her in a race in which was a Mr. Bradley driving a horse whose name I do not remember. It was a half-mile track, and my posi- tion in the race was next outside of Mr. Bradley. My mare and the horse Mr. Bradley was driving were the chief contending horses in the race. We raced along close together and when the back stretch was reached on the second half mile, my mare was up to his wheel and, seeing that I was likely to pass him, he pulled his horse toward the outside fence, and so close to it that there was not enough room for me to pass between his sulky and the fence. I requested him to move over and give me room to pass. He paid no attention to this request, but, if anything, pulled his horse still nearer my mare. I called upon him several times to move over, but he still continued to pay no attention 26 to my demands, and I finally told him I should try and go through. He said nothing, but kept his horse in the same position. My inside sulky wheel was then locked inside of his outside wheel. I braced myself well, and threw my weight on the inside of the sulky shaft, took a strong hold upon the mare, and clucked to her and she responded to my urging. When he realized the situation he turned his horse toward the inside of the track, which brought the force of my locked wheel nearly against the side of his wheel, and the spokes of his wheel commenced to fly in all direc- tions. His wheel was broken in many pieces and he was thrown several feet in the air. My sulky wheel passed over what remained of the wreck; my mare never broke her trot, and I easily won the heat. I was then a young man and scarcely known to the judges. He was an experienced driver, and the horse he was driving belonged to a prominent and influen- tial man, well known to the judges. After the heat I went to the judges and explained the exact situa- tion to them. Mr. Bradley and the owner of the horse he was driving were also there. The judges heard our statements and I think the owner of the other horse must have exercised some hypnotic influence over them, as they decided I did wrong; declared the heat off; sent me and my mare to the stable, and allowed Bradley to start again. I then thought, and have always believed, that under the racing rules and all rules of fairness I was in the right and clearly en- titled to the heat. This is the only time in the his- tory of my experience that I ever intentionally col- lided with another driver, and the only time I was ever sent to the stable for alleged foul driving. The next day there was a free-for-all trot in which were the caf horses Hotspur, Flora Belle, Alice West and Tornado, Alice West being my entry, and this same Mr, Brad- ley was behind Hotspur. These horses all had records ranging from 2.22 held by Hotspur, to 2.26 held by Alice West. Hotspur drew the pole and was a very fast scorer. Flora Belle and Tornado were slow in scoring. I had by this time given Alice West suff- cient experience, so that she was a reliable race mare, and very handy in catching after making a break. We commenced scoring, and Mr. Bradley would rush Hot- | spur at the top of his speed regardless of where the other horses were, and would not attempt to get a fair even start. After several unsuccessful attempts at starting I told the judges that Mr. Bradley was not trying to score fora fair start, and that he should come slow to the wire and allow the other horses that could not score as fast as Hotspur to get on even terms with him. But Bradley seemed to think he was doing the proper thing. We went back to score again, and, as usual, Bradley rushed Hotspur ahead of the rest of us, and not wishing to be left entirely in the rear, should the judges send us off, I clucked to Alice West and she immediately broke into a run and over- took Hotspur just before the wire was reached, when I settled her in a trot, and she and Hotspur went un- der the wire head and head, and the judges said ‘“‘ go,” both Flora Belle and Tornado being at least fifty yards back. Alice West was at that time a new horse to the race followers in that section, and every one, knowing of the record and reputation of old Hotspur, thought the race to be only a matter of form and that Hotspur could not be beaten, but I did not share in this opinion. We raced on about even terms until we came to a part of the track that was very sandy, when 28 old Hotspur began to tire, and I easily won the heat, and won the race, and felt that I had been revenged for the ill treatment I had received the day before. I also won two or three other races at that meeting. In 1884, I purchased Joe Braden, then a green horse, that showed a good way of going under the saddle, and when I took him his feet were in a very bad condition, by reason of which he developed speed very slowly ; but I believed if I could get his feet in condition to stand work he would learn to pace fast. I resorted to every device within my knowledge and spent many sleepless hours trying to invent something that would sufficiently protect his feet to enable him to endure the hardships of racing. My efforts were at last suc- cessful, and he became a good horse, and in his pre- paratory work, one spring, paced a quarter of a mile to a high-wheeled sulky, over the old, uneven, fair ground track at Columbia, in thirty-one seconds. I cam- paigned him through the North in 1885 and 1886, and gave him a record of 2.1534. He developed into a first-class race horse, and except for his tender feet, which would occasionally cause him to suffer so much pain that he would not extend himself and would break, he would have been one of the best race horses of his day. In the fall of 1886 I took my stable South, and at Gainsville, Texas, entered Joe Braden in the free-for-all pace. The track was very hard, which caused Braden to be unsteady, but I think I would have won the race had not Braden left his feet in the second heat, which caused him to lose that heat. After this heat the judges took me out of the sulky, and put up a new driver, which did not improve mat- ters, as the horse was more unsteady than ever, and, with the best efforts the driver could command, Joe 29 Braden finished the heat behind the flag, thus demon- strating that my removal from the sulky was entirely without cause. Of course, I felt mortified at being thus removed from my sulky, and I am proud to say that in all my experience as a driver this is the only time I have ever been taken out of a sulky by the judges in a race. 30 CE aie Roe Ve. MATTIE HUNTER— SOME OF HER GREAT RACES. FIRST saw Mattie Hunter in the summer of 1875. | - She was then three years old. She was very hand- some and stylish, a bright chestnut, with white strip in face, white stockings behind, and one in front. I do not think she had then been broken to harness, but could pace quite fast under the saddle. Her con- formation, style and gameness gave evidence of breed- ing of a high character, but beyond her sire and dam nothing can ever be known. At the close of the war, the Government had a large number of horses at Nashville, which had been gathered in by the soldiers from different places, and no one knew from whence they came or anything about their breeding. These horses were sold at public auction, and among them was a tall, rangy, chestnut colt, then three years old. He was very poor, and had every appearance of having been ridden hard and poorly taken care of. This colt was purchased by Major Alman of Cornersville, Tenn., and by him named Prince Pulaski. With rest and care he improved rapidly, and when matured was one of the handsomest and best show horses I ever saw; and while his breeding was, and probably will forever remain, unknown, his style, beautiful head and neck, perfect legs, and smooth conformation, furnished indisputable evidence of royal breeding, and that he possessed a large element of the best thoroughbred blood then known in that section of the country. In 31 1871, he was bred to a small chestnut mare with white markings, of unknown breeding, the product being the filly Mattie Hunter, foaled in 1872. I know that many turf writers in speaking of Mattie Hunter have said that her dam was a Texas pony, while others have said she was by Driver, but I have never known or seen anything to warrant these statements, and from all the information I have been able to gather upon the subject I believe she was a small chestnut saddle mare and a natural pacer. Early in 1878 the owner of Mattie Hunter brought her to me to train and race that season. I had never ridden or driven her before then. She had been broken to harness, but had been speeded but littlein harness. She developed speed very rapidly, and I soon discovered that she had more speed than any horse I had yet handled, and was one of the purest-gaited pacers I have everseen. Her temperament was of the best, and it was not long before she could show a 2.20 gait. In the fall of 1878 I concluded to take some of the horses I had in train- ing to several fairs in the Southern States, among them being Mattie Hunter. On this trip I met Sleepy George in a number of contests. He was driven by Mr. Crawford, known as “‘ Counselor” Crawford, who was an accomplished reinsman. At that time Sleepy George had a record, as I remember, of about 2.15, and was considered the fastest pacer then upon the turf. In the first race or two Sleepy George, by reason of his being an experienced campaigner, was able to defeat the mare; but as soon as she had had alittle experience she could outpace him, and I won several good races from him with her. She retired that fall with a record of 2.1934. This does not seem to be very fast time for a horse of her ability; but it must 32 be remembered that these races were over tracks that were very sandy, and as a general thing not in first- class condition. I concluded to winter my horses in Montgomery, Ala., that winter, so as to get them in good condition for the next season’s campaign; and as I had done so well with Mattie Hunter, her owner concluded to leave her in my hands to winter, and to campaign the next season. The weather was quite warm, and the roads and track were soft, and very favorable for jogging horses. I took the shoes off Mattie Hunter after her fall campaign, and jogged her barefooted nearly all winter. She did not require any boots in jogging, and scarcely any at all in her races. While working her barefooted one day in the early spring I drove her a quarter of a mile to a high- wheeled sulky in thirty seconds, a feat I have never known to be equaled by any horse. She came out in the spring of 1879 in splendid condition, and I believed her good enough to go in any company. While pacing races up to that time had not been favored at the great race meetings of the North, it so happened that season that there were a number of fast pacers being worked and developed in different parts of the country, among them being Blind Tom, Rowdy Boy, Lucy, Sleepy George, and others. The newspapers had printed so much about the ex- treme speed each of these horses could show, that the public clamored for their appearance in contests at the different large race meetings, and public opinion demanded of the different associations in the Grand Circuit that purses sufficiently large be offered to ac- complish their appearance; and yielding to this de- mand, the associations did offer very liberal purses for a class of free-for-all pacers. I knew that the horses to 33 be met in these races were experienced campaigners, and very fast, game, and reliable race horses. I also knew that in Mattie Hunter I had as good-gaited a pacer and as game a race horse as the turf had yet seen. So I concluded to enter her in these great con- tests. The first of these meetings was at Jackson, Mich. And in that race, as near as I can remem- ber, were Blind Tom, Lucy, Rowdy Boy, Sleepy George, and Mattie Hunter. This race was won by Blind Tom, I think, in about 2.14, Mattie Hunter finishing a very close second. From there we went to Grand Rapids, Louisville, Toledo, Cleveland, Chi- cago and other places. While Sleepy George was a contending factor in the first few of these races the pace soon became too warm for him and he dropped out, leaving the great quartet to continue the battle. These races were the sensations of the racing world that year. I won some of the races with Mattie Hunter, but Blind Tom carried off a majority of the victories. I think one of the best races I have ever witnessed was in Chicago, which was won by Blind Tom. In the fifth heat of that race, which was paced in about 2.12%, and was won by Blind Tom, Mattie Hunter finished second, and was only about a neck behind the leader. As near as I can now remember, I gave Mattie Hunter a record in these races of about 2.13 or 2.14. While at the meeting in Chicago, Mat- tie Hunter was sold to Mr. R. C. Pate of St. Louis, who finished that season’s campaign with her, and raced her some time afterwards. She afterwards re- duced her record to 2.1234, and was finally purchased, after her racing days were about over, by Mr. Emery of Cleveland, where she was used as a brood mare until she died some time ago. 34 CA Pal Re iV: TENNESSEE PASTIMES— FIRST MONDAY—COLT SHOWS —FOX HUNTING. EOPLE residing in the North who have not visited P or become acquainted with the methods pecu- liar to the people of Tennessee, can hardly ap- preciate some of the pastimes in which those people indulge. The first Monday of every month in the year has been a holiday nearly, if not quite, ever since the State was settled, and on this day nearly all the people in the county will go to the county seat and spend the day. On these days every one who has horses to sell or trade, cattle, pigs, machinery or pro- cuce to sell, will bring their stock and property to the county seat to be seen, exhibited, sold and traded, and it is not an uncommon thing for several thousand people to congregate there on these occasions, and amusing incidents are of frequent occurrence. Not Many years ago, on one of these occasions, at Pulaski, Giles County, a man appeared seated in a wagon, having in front of him a glass churn, three or four feet high, filled about one-half or two-thirds full of cream. He was seated in a large, easy rocking chair, reading a paper and smoking a pipe. There was a rod running from the churn to the rocking chair and so adjusted that every time he rocked the dasher of the churn would rise up and down, and so he continued to rock, smoke and read, occasionally looking out from behind his paper to see if the butter had come; and many a 35 boy, as he watched this process of butter-making and remembered how his back and arms ached when pur- suing the methods taught by his father, voted this the greatest invention of the age, and that the man who invented that churn ought to have cold watermelon the rest of his days. Another feature of these days is the horse trading, and in some counties it is known as “ Jockey Day,” and every one who has a horse he desires to sell or trade will bring him in and put him in a yard known as “ Jockey Yard,” and it is not un- common to see several hundred horses of all kinds and ~ descriptions in one of these yards, and before night they will generally be disposed of. If any are left after the buyers and traders are through, an auctioneer is brought in and the balance are sold under the hammer. When night comes, every one who has “ swapped ”’ horses thinks he has made a small fortune by his cleverness in outwitting the man at the other end of the trade; but I imagine they generally come out about the same as the two men of whom a story is told, who went.into the woods in the fall of the year to chop wood; one of them had a watch and the other a fiddle. The first evening after they arrived they traded even, and each thought he had made several dollars by the transaction ; and as this business seemed to be much easier and more lucrative than chopping wood, they did nothing all winter but trade the watch and fiddle back and forth; and when spring came each claimed to have made a good winter’s work, each having the same property he had when winter began and nota dollar had passed between them. In the spring months. stallions owned in the county, and frequently those of an outside county, are brought to- gether on these days for the inspection of farmers and 36 breeders of the vicinity, and as the saddle and pacing gaits are the ones generally desired in the country dis- tricts, the horses are shown under saddle; first show- ing the saddle gaits, such as the fox trot, running walk, single foot and canter, and then they will go up the road a few hundred yards and pace down to a given point, and sometimes these horses will show a great turn of speed. I think one of the best exhibitions of riding and speeding under saddle I ever remember to have witnessed was at Lebanon, when I was a boy. On one of these days, in the spring of the year, there were a number of stallions exhibited, among them being a gray or white pacing stallion, called Mountain Slasher, a horse well known to Tennesseeans. This horse was shown by William Goldston, one of the best riders and horsemen in the State. After the horses had shown their saddle gaits they all went up the road several hundred yards to pace down. When they were ready, Goldston placed the riding whip in his mouth, dropped the bridle rein on Slasher’s neck, placed his hands on his hips and, with arms akimbo, started with the others; and on they came, Goldston sitting as erect as a piece of statuary, and every little while sticking the spurs into the sides of Slasher, who with the reins lying loose on his neck, and without anything to steady him except his inherent pacing in- stinct, regardless of stones and the rough uneven sur- face, never broke his true even pace, and clearly out- paced all his competitors and carried off the laurels of the day. I mention this incident mainly to show how intensely the pacing instinct is instilled in the pacing horses of Tennessee, and how difficult it has been to convert them to trotting. From the time the colt is old enough to stand he knows nothing but pace, and 37 I have seen dogs set upon colts a year or two old and they would race across the fields and never break the pacing gait. In that portion of the State known as Middle Tennes- see, and in other counties where the breeding of horses is carried on to any considerable extent, the custom of holding colt shows has been observed for many years. These colt shows are generally held in August, and concluded just before the beginning of the county fairs, which commence early in September and con- tinue through September and a large part of October. They are held in or near the small villages and are looked forward to by the farming community as one of the chief events of the year. The “ring” is gen- erally made in a shady woodland, and when the morn- ing of the show arrives a sight is presented to one not accustomed to it as picturesque as it is novel. Along the road leading to the ring will come the owner of a stallion leading or riding the pride of his life, all bedecked with ribbons and groomed soslick as to raise a suspicion that bear’s grease has been used in his final preparation. Next will appear a farmer leading a mare, beside which is her offspring several months old, and often the colt will be wearing a fancy bitting harness, in which it seems perfectly at home. But more curious than all these is the old colored mammy mounted on the old reliable saddle mare, with one child astride in front and several mounted in the same way behind, so that this “beast of burden” is loaded from her shoulders to her tail, and traveling in this manner most of the community gather near where the exercises are to be held. These shows commence in the morning and frequently last all day, and no one ever need be afraid that he will suffer from hunger in 38 attending a show of this character, as the good and thoughtful housewives of the exhibitors will prepare a spread large enough to feed an army. Several thou- sand people often attend these shows, and they are not only very enjoyable but instructive to the breed- ers who attend. Classes are made and premiums offered for pretty much everything, including stallions, brood mares, sucklings, yearlings, two and three-year- old colts, etc. When the master of ceremonies is ready, the judges enter the ring and class after class is brought in and exhibited, and it will surprise a novice to see how fast some of these colts can pace. Seated upon a running or pacing horse the attendant will take the reins attached to the colt’s bitting harness and away they will fly, the colt pacing up tothe saddler’s head. This manner of exhibiting speed is observed with the different colt classes, and when everything any one desires to enter has been exhibited and passed upon by the judges, the crowd disperses to assemble again ina few days at some neighboring village, where the same ceremony is repeated, and at these miniature fairs is commenced the career of some of the great horses the State sends out to the racing world. Fox hunting is a custom common to most of the South- ern States, and I know of no sport more enjoyable or exhilarating, not even an exciting horse race; and I have spent many happy hours in this enjoyable pas- time. Many of the prominent residents of these States own packs of hounds, and when a fox hunt is desired, frequently several neighbors will assemble together, when the host will produce a fox-horn, blow a blast or two, and the hounds will come running and baying from all directions, ready and eager for the chase. Then, mounted on saddle horses, the hunters with the 39 hounds will start for some locality where the red fox is supposed to have his domicile, and when that territory is reached the fun commences. When the dogs strike the trail there is no mistaking the fact, as their deep, rich voices can be heard for miles, and, as soon as they indicate the direction in which the fox is heading, the hunters start at breakneck speed and endeavor to keep within hailing distance of the hounds. These hunts are often had at night when it is so dark that the hunters can scarcely see ten feet ahead, and the course pursued by the fox frequently requires them to ride through the woods, over fences and ditches, logs and rocks, up and down hills so steep, that serious injury seems to await both horses and riders; but these hunters are fearless, and experts in the saddle, and the horses are surefooted and courageous, and seem to enter into the spirit of the chase with as much enthusiasm as the riders, and accidents of any consequence rarely happen. When the fox is caught or the chase aban- doned, a blast on the horn will call the hounds to the hunters, and another field will be invaded ; or hunters and hounds will return to their homes, and, whether laden with the trophies of victory or not, they have enjoyed a most delightful outing. I recall one hunt of this character which occurred when I was a boy, that was so fraught with exciting and comical incidents I cannot repress the impulse to relate it. One of our neighbors was Squire Winford, whose son Alfred was about my own age, and we were great chums. Squire Winford had one of the best packs of fox hounds in the State, and in this pack were two of the best hounds I ever saw. Their names were ‘“‘ Troupe” and “Flounce.” I then owed five or six pretty good hounds, and Alfred and I often went fox hunting with 40 our combined forces. Some two or three miles from our house one of the largest red foxes ever seen in that locality had his habitation, and he was known far and wide as “Old Spot,” because he had a large white spot on his right side, which was plainly visible to hunters in the daytime. Old Spot was as game and wily as any fox that ever led a pack of hounds a for- lorn chase, and: seemed to enjoy being pursued by hounds better than stealing and eating a tender young chicken from a farmer’s hencoop; and whenever Alfred and I wanted some fun we would take the dogs down to the domain of Old Spot, who seemed to anticipate our coming and was always ready to mingle in the sport. _He had his regular runways, and had so planned his course that it would describe the figure 8 and cross and recross his tracks, and when the hounds would get tired of following him he would seek his resting place and be ready for another chase. We had chased him so much that we did not believe all the hounds in the State could catch him, and so declared to our friends; and this declaration stirred up the hunting blood of a number of sportsmen far and near, who each claimed to have the best dogs in the world, and ones that no fox could escape, and it was not long before an organized effort was suggested to try and catch Old Spot. The ones forming this sanguinary syndicate were Mr. A., Mr. G., Mr. B., Mr. S., Alfred and myself. Each of these gentlemen had a pack of hounds, numbering about nine or ten, so that when the hunters assembled there were more than fifty hounds, each eager to get the first taste of blood from Old Spot. At the head of Mr. A.’s pack was a hound called “‘ Ranger,” that was celebrated for his fleetness and staying qualities. The pack of Mr. G. was led by 41 a hound called “Revenge,” to whom his owner was deeply attached, and who claimed that no fox in Tennessee could outrun or outlast him. The pride of of Mr. B.’s pack was a dog called “ Royalty,” who had never been defeated in a chase; while Mr. S. was the proud owner of a hound called “ Leader,” who was at the head of what he considered the best pack of hounds in several counties. Arrangements were made to start upon the expedition to exterminate Old Spot between sundown and dark one evening, and at the appointed hour the hunters, with their fifty or sixty hounds, assembled, and at the word of command we all started in quest of Old Spot. We soon arrived upon his favorite racing ground, and it seemed as though he must have intuitively known of our coming and had already taken a warming-up heat, for we had scarcely invaded his territory before up he jumped and challenged the formidable array of death pursuers to a test of skill, speed and endurance; and as soon as the race commenced the volume of noise that came forth from the mouths of this army of fox destroyers was sufficient to remind one of an artillery engagement, and as pursued and pursuers sped over the hills and the voices of the hounds echoed and reéchoed through the woods the voices of the different ones could be clearly recognized. Alfred and I were so familiar with the tactics of Old Spot that we could tell about the course he would pursue, and at our sug- gestion all the hunters dismounted, hitched their horses, and we built a fire and prepared to make our- selves comfortable during the night if the chase should last that long, and Alfred and I believed it would. As the race progressed and the voice of Ranger could be heard, Mr. A. said that it was not possible for the 42 chase to last much longer, as no fox ever lived that could keep on earth before the terrific speed of that dog. On they went, and as the voice of Revenge was heard, his owner requested us to listen to the pace he was setting, and assured us that Old Spot made a mis- take when he entered the race in front of him. As Old Spot circled round, and crossed and recrossed his tracks, the well-known voice of Royalty was recog- nized, close up to the leaders, and his owner said that Old Spot would be obliged to find a hole of some kind very soon, as no fox could stand the pace that Royalty could set when he became thoroughly warmed up, a condition to which he seemed to be fast approaching. When the owner of Leader heard the voice of his favorite dog, he poked the fire and lighted his pipe, and offered to bet a mule against a jack- knife that Old Spot would not last an hour. One of the hounds belonging to the pack of Mr. A. was named “Old Cuff,” who had a voice like a calliope, which could be distinctly heard above the roar of the other voices; and when the dogs were fairly straightened out in the race, Old Cuff was a long ways behind the leaders and seemed to be bringing up the rear, but his owner said that if the chase should last all night Old Cuff would be found in the front ranks in the early morning, and so for several hours we sat around the fire, smoked, told stories, and listened to the great feats that each of these pet dogs could accomplish. Alfred said nothing in praise of the ability of Old Troupe and Flounce. Old Spot continued his usual tactics of circling and keeping just far enough ahead of the _dogs to be cruelly tantalizing. About midnight a number of the hounds came straggling into camp. Old Spot, wishing to give his pursuers an enjoyable 43 entertainment, changed his course and ran so far from us that for an hour or two the dogs were entirely out of hearing, and during this period Old Ranger appeared, and when his owner saw him he said the fox must either be dead or in his hole, as his old, reliable dog would never have left him alive. Then in succession appeared Revenge, Royalty and Leader, and when they came their owners each said the chase was all over, that the fox had retired for the night, and we had better follow his example. Other dogs of less celebrity than these also came straggling in and made themselves comfortable by the fire. While Alfred heard these suggestions about retiring he said nothing, but kept up a lively thinking, and about two o’clock in the morning went down a little ways from the fire and listened, and heard the familiar voices of Old Troupe and Flounce in the dim distance, apparently heading towards us. By this time nearly all the dogs except Old Troupe and Flounce had abandoned the chase, and as Old Spot drew near to where we were standing Alfred called upon the owners of the other dogs, who had talked so loudly about their prowess, to “call out their dogs of high-sounding names and royal lineage and let them join Old Troupe and Flounce and be in at the death.” And these gentlemen did rally their dogs, who once more joined in the chase, but they soon tired and returned to camp. Old Spot, with Troupe and Flounce close behind him, circled near us several times, and each time the rest of the several packs would join in the chase, only to soon return in apparent disgust. Old Cuff, however, proved himself a stayer, and although unable to keep near the leaders his great voice could be plainly heard a mile or so behind during the latter part of the chase. Finally, 44 a _—E rrr (SPAq PIM dy} JO SSuOs at} YIM Surpsurur soroa [eorsnut May} Jo sauo} uote] ay ‘apis Aq apis Suruuna sounoyy pue sdnory, pio aoa Wry pulyaq spied paipuny v ynoqy,, Old Spot, thinking he had afforded his intending cap- tors sufficient amusement for one night, headed for his old resting place, and just as the morning sun began to gild the eastern horizon he appeared in sight running easy and fast, and about a hundred yards behind him were Old Troupe and Flounce running side by side, the clarion tones of their musical voices mingling with the songs of the wild birds, and thus they continued for a short distance, when Old Spot entered his den to rest and get ready for another entertainment. At the closing hours of the chase all but about half a dozen dogs had retired from the contest, and these few were so far behind Old Troupe and Flounce as to clearly show they were outclassed. The owners of these much-touted dogs were honest in their belief that their dogs were great, and able to catch any fox that wore fur, but the contest to which they were invited was essentially different from any in which they had ever participated and Old Spot was a different racer than any which their dogs had ever pursued. The next year Iwas employed by Mr. John Harding to break and handle some young animals he owned. His place was on the Cumberland River, about nine miles from Nashville. Near him lived Mr. David Magavock, who owned a large pack and I often went hunting with him. I told him of Troupeand Flounce and what great dogs they were, and as Alfred had married and moved away, and no one was left to hunt with Squire Winford’s dogs I recommended them to him, and he purchased them and considered them the best dogs he ever saw. Troupe got one of his legs broken and was shut up in the carriage house. One day while he was there the dogs started a gray fox not far from the house, and, notwithstanding his broken 45 leg, Old Troupe got out and joined in the chase. The fox was soon caught, and one of the first dogs at the death was Old Troupe, who stood over the fox holding up his broken leg with the broken bone protruding through the skin, and seeing him in that condition Frank Magavock, a son of the owner of the dog, thoughtlessly drew his revolver and shot him; and when I witnessed the death of that noble dog there was something came up in my throat, and I experi- enced a sorrow and grief I cannot express. The horses ridden upon these occasions in Tennes- see embrace the best and speediest that State has pro- duced. Tom, Hal, Clipper, Brooks, Mattie Hunter, Little Brown Jug, Joe Braden, Joe Bowers, Brown Hal, Hal Pointer, Bay Tom, Duplex, Locomotive, and Mountain Slasher have all participated in these hunts and contributed to the enjoyment of their owners. 46 CRAP re in Wille: THE HAL FAMILY—KITTRELL’S HAL—GIBSON’S TOM HAL— LITTLE BROWN JUG—LOCOMOTIVE— BROWN HAL—HAL POINTER. HE pacing interests of Tennessee were fortu- nate in the quality of the horses which were brought to the State at an early day, from which sprung the great campaigners that have given to the State its exclusive title of the mother of the pacing family. Back in the fifties, Major Kittrell of Taylorsville, Tenn., went to Kentucky, and purchased a roan saddle stallion that was a natural pacer; this horse became known as Kittrell’s Hal, and is the foundation head from which has come nearly all the celebrated horses from that State. Other pacing and saddle horses were brought to the State from Ken- tucky about the same time; but, as my name has been associated to a considerable extent with the Hal family, I shall confine my observations to it. Kittrell’s Hal was a horse about 1534 hands high, very heavily muscled, and in the exhibitions of speed which he gave under the saddle at fairs and other horse shows proved him to be a fast, natural pacer, but he never was handled for speed. The facts obtainable respect- ing his breeding are so few and unsatisfactory as to render any statement concerning it unwarranted, but that he was a highly-bred horse there can scarcely bea doubt. In 1862 he was bred to a mare called Betsey Baker, the produce being Gibson’s Tom Hal, Old 47 Tom Hal, or Tom Hal, Jr., as he is known in the registry. Betsey Baker was a mare fully one-half thoroughbred. Gibson’s Tom Halwas speeded under saddle at the country fairs and spent much of his time before the plow and the log wagon, and was never hitched to a sulky. He was a roan horse about 15% hands high, and one of the strongest and best muscled horses I ever saw; and when he died, in 1890, being then twenty- seven years old, his back was as straight as a two-year- old, and his muscular development showed no signs of impairment. 48 HE first of his get to attract the attention of the country was Little Brown Jug, and his history is so unique I think it well deserves to be given here. In 1874, Mr. O. N. Fry, of Mooresville, Tenn., was the owner of Gibson’s Tom Hal, who was making the season at $5 by the insurance, and if, when the colt was old enough to wean, it did not show the saddle gaits no fee whatever was charged. A neighbor of Mr. Fry then owned a mare named Lizzie, by John Netherland, a pacing-bred horse. Mr. Fry happened to meet the owner of Lizzie one day and suggested to him the advisability of breeding Liz- zie to Tom Hal; but the owner of Lizzie demurred, saying he could raise a mule, and that when the mule was a yearold he could sell it for $50, which was much better than he could do raising colts. Finally, Mr. Fry proposed that if he would breed to Tom Hal he would pay him $50 for the colt when it was a year old, if sound and all right. This proposition was ac- cepted, and one day the next year the man appeared at Mr. Fry’s place leading a colt so thin that he would hardly make a shadow, and in addition to apparently being half starved, he was covered with lice, which had eaten his mane and tail and nearly finished what little vitality was in his body. This colt was Little Brown Jug, which this man had brought to Mr. Fry pursuant to their contract, as he claimed, and de- manded the $50. When Mr. Fry saw the colt he re- fused to receive him, and told the man he did not want such a looking colt upon his place. The man said he had no money and had relied upon the promised $50 49 to buy necessaries for his family, and finally Mr. Fry, out of sympathy but under protest, took the colt and paid the $50. After a thorough cleaning and cleans- ing the colt was given plenty to eat and improved very rapidly. The next year Mr. Fry leased a por- tion of his farm to a colored man to work on shares, who had no horse, and in the spring that Little Brown Jug was two years old he was sold by Mr. Fry to this colored man for $75. The colored man broke him to harness and used him to plow the land and put in his crops; and in addition to this work every Sunday his wife and two or three children would get upon the back of the colt and ride several miles to church; and, in addition to all this, the colored man’s son had a sweetheart who lived two or three miles from his home, and he would take this colt, after having worked him all day, and go across the fields to the home of his sweetheart, hitch him outdoors, where he would stand with nothing to eat, and often in the storms, until the early hours of the morning. This per- formance was repeated several times a week during the entire season. When fall came the colt was in a pitiable condition, and showed his hard usage very plainly. That fall the wife of the colored man was taken sick, and, after attending her for some time, the doctor refused to come any more unless Mr. Fry would become responsible for his bill, which he finally consented to do, and the doctor attended her until she died. The doctor's bill was $60, and seeing there was no other way out of the difficulty the colored man gave the colt to Mr. Fry and he paid the doctor the $60. At that time the colt could not be sold for $60, and Mr. Fry only allowed that amount for him be- cause there was nothing else for him todo. The colt 50 was then turned out and with rest and plenty of feed soon commenced to improve, and in the summer and fall of 1878, when the colt was three years old, Mr. Fry rode him to the colt shows and fairs and soon dis- covered that he could pace fast, and the next year placed him in the hands of a trainer who trained on a half-mile track near Lewisburg, Tenn. The rapidity with which he improved was simply astonishing, and in a few weeks that half-starved and much-abused colt became one of the speediest horses that had up to that time ever been seen in harness. I saw him at Nashville the following spring, and gave him a work- out, and I do not think I was ever behind a stronger, easier going horse. His conformation was the most remarkable of any horse ever seen upon the turf. He was only about fifteen hands high, a rich brown in color, his slim neck, small ears, large expressive eyes, and finely-molded head, clearly showed the thorough- bred blood which he had inherited; but the most re- markable thing about him was his abnormal muscular development. His fore legs were large, flat and well tapered, and his hind quarters were so immense as to make him look like a deformity. What he was asa race horse we know, but what he might have been had he received the care and attention in his early career bestowed upon promising race horses in modern times isa matter of conjecture. It is claimed by reliable people that he paced a trial quarter on a poor half- mile track the first season he was handled in thirty seconds, and that the next year he paced a half mile to a high-wheeled sulky in one minute, and many people still believe him to have been possessed of as much natural speed as any horse that ever lived, and I am not prepared to say but what this belief is well founded. 51 NOTHER son of Tom Hal, which, though little A known to the outside world, was, as many believe, at least equally as fast as any of his get, was the gray stallion Locomotive. This horse also has a pecu- liar history. His dam was bya horse called Rock, about half thoroughbred and quite a celebrated quarter horse. Locomotive was bred, and all his life owned, in the rural districts of Tennessee, and was never to my knowledge hitched to a sulky nor conditioned for racing. He was a very large, powerful horse, fully 1534 hands high, and would weigh about 1,300 pounds, and his appearance more resembled that of a truck horse than that of an ideal racer. If he was ever used in harness it was before the plow, the log wagon, or doing some other heavy work. He was in the stud for many years and frequently exhibited at the differ- ent horse shows under saddle, and many gentlemen now living in Marshall and Maury counties, Tennessee, who have seen him at these exhibitions, declare they have seen him pace a quarter of a mile under saddle in thirty seconds. I have often seen him at these ex- hibitions, but never held a watch on him; but this I do know, that he was one of the most rapid-gaited and powerful-going horses I ever saw, and seemed to have as much natural speed as any of his distinguished half brothers, and it is to be regretted that he did not appear at a time when the pacing gait was appreciated, and his speed ability properly developed. As a sad illustration of the neglect to which this grand horse was subjected, I will cite the following incident: In 1878 (I think that was the year, but am not entirely 52 certain) a fair was held at the old fair ground near Columbia, at which a race was arranged between Loco- motive under saddle and old Joe Bowers in harness. Near the track was a creek with quite a volume of water. Two heats of the race were paced in the evening, each horse winning oneheat. After each heat the rider and owner of Locomotive rode him into the creek to cool him out. The water was up to about the horse’s side, and he cooled him out by splashing the water over his heated body, and, as though this treatment was not suffi- cient to ruin him, that evening he was fed twenty-two ears of green corn for his evening’s feed. It is a well authenticated fact that the horse ate fourteen ears of this corn, and the result was, what might have been expected, the next morning he was not in racing con- dition, and his racing days were practically over. Thus ended the racing career of a horse that would have added additional lustre to the name of his distinguished sire had he been given the opportunity to demonstrate the ability with which he was so richly endowed. 33 ROWN HAL, a full brother to Little Brown Jug, B was purchased by Major Campbell Brown and Captain M.C. Campbell when he was three years old, and, by reason of the brilliant achievements of Little Brown Jug, it was but natural to expect that his full brother would prove to be a race horse of a high order. His early training clearly indicated that this expectation would be realized. In looks and conforma- tion there is scarcely any resemblance between Brown Hal and Little Brown Jug. Brown Hal has a long body and rather a rangy conformation. He is about 15.2% hands high, and wil lweigh about 1,100 pounds. One of the peculiarities of the Hal family is that they are rather slow in developing speed, and it is rather uncommon to find a young colt of this family show- ing a fast gait; but from the time Brown Hal com- menced to be used under the saddle, when he was two years old, he could pace fast; and when he was pur- chased by Messrs. Brown and Campbell he was recog- nized as a very promising colt. At that time Mr. John Bostwick, an experienced trainer, was handling the horses in Major Brown’s stable, and he gave him his first education in speeding in harness. At one time it was thought he could be converted to the trotting gait, and Mr. Bostwick experimented with him the first season he handled him in an attempt to make a fast trotter of him. While this experiment was in prog- | ress I saw him trot a mile in 2.21, and I believe that was about as fast as he ever trotted. He was a pure- gaited natural pacer, and the weight required to make him trot was so great it became evident that if he suc- 54 Brown Hat, 2.1242. ceeded in making a great race horse it would be asa pacer, and all further attempts to make a trotting race horse of him were abandoned. He was very fast in the pacing gait from the time he was first handled at that gait ; and the first year he was taken North and started in the pacing races I do not think he lost a race, and, as | remember, it was that year, or the next, that Mr. Bostwick gave him a record of 2.13. On Major Brown’s place were several large paddocks enclosed by high picket fences, where stallions were turned when not in training; and the next winter after Brown Hal made this record he was running in one of these paddocks, and in an adjoining paddock was another stallion. These two stallions commenced fighting through the fence separating them, when Brown Hal reared and caught one of his fore legs between the pickets, and this accident sprained a tendon of that leg so seriously that he never fully re- covered from it. Brown Hal was placed in my hands to train early in the season of 1889, and, although he was in the stud, I gave him a longand careful prepara- tion; but from the time I first commenced to work him I was fearful of that injured leg, and had my doubts about his being able to stand the strain incident to training and campaigning. I went along very slow and careful with him, and did not attempt to give him any fast work for several months after I commenced with him, as I was satisfied that if his leg would only stand the hardships, and I could get him in proper condition, he had sufficient speed to wipe out all pacing records and defeat any horse then upon the turf. Along in June I had him in good racing condition, and as his ailing leg still stood the work I think he _ was then the fastest horse I ever saw. In one of his 55 workouts that season, before leaving for the North, I drove him to a high-wheeled Toomy cart a quarter of a mile in 28% seconds; but the hard work necessary to properly prepare him for the coming campaign finally began to affect that leg, and it was with many misgiv- ings that I concluded to start him in the free-for-all pace at Cleveland, in which he had been entered, as he had already commenced to go lame in the fast workouts I was giving him. But it was finally con- cluded that he would probably never be in better condition to goa fast race than he then was, and under all the circumstances we had better starthim. In that race were entered several of the fastest pacers then in training, among them being Roy Wilkes, whom I knew to beadangerous competitor, for I had on several occa- sions met and defeated him with Duplex. In the warming-up heat before the race, Brown Hal showed con- siderablelameness. At the commencement of that race the record of 2.13 held by Brown Hal was the pacing stallion race record, but in the first heat of that race, which was won by Roy Wilkes, the record was reduced to 2.1234, and for a short period Roy Wilkes was the king of pacing stallions. This heat satisfied me that with Brown Hal’s lameness increasing all the time, the race would bea hard one, but I still thought that, if he did not give out entirely, I could win the race. We got a good start in the second heat and I called upon Brown Hal for his best effort and he did not disappoint me and won the heat in 2.12%, and thereby again became king of this division. But this heat seriously affected his leg and the next heat was won by Roy Wilkes in slower time. I rushed Brown Hal for the fourth heat, and, notwithstanding his lameness kept increasing, he won the heat. When the horses came 56 out for the fifth heat, Brown Hal was so lame that he could scarcely touch the foot of his injured leg to the ground, and when we were sent away I could hardly get him to pace at all, and during the first few rods he could not pace a 2.30 gait, and before the eighth of the mile pole was reached he broke, and before I could get him settled all the horses, with Roy Wilkes in the lead, were at least 100 yards ahead of me at the first quarter; but about this time I suc- ceeded in getting Brown Hal on his stride, and he seemed to be inspired with a determination to win that heat, even if he had but three good legs and his cour- age with which to make the effort, and he seemed to fairly fly in pursuit of the leaders. I soon over- took and passed the rear horses, but Roy Wilkes still maintained his lead until near the draw gate, when I came up to him and saw he was so tired that he was reeling and had had about enough. Brown Hal was also in about the same condition and both horses showed signs of distress. When within a few feet of the wire I took a strong hold on Brown Hal, so as to steady him, then shook him up and applied the whip once or twice, to which he gamely responded and forged ahead of his rival and won the heat by a head. While there is no means of knowing exactly how fast Brown Hal paced that heat from the first quarter, I believe he must have paced the middle half of the mile in about one minute; and thus ended what was, everything considered, the most remarkable race in which I ever participated. But the great effort of Brown Hal in his crippled condition put a final veto on his further racing that season, and I shipped him home, this proving the last race he ever paced. In 1890 I again prepared him for the campaign and he BY seemed to be faster than ever. I shipped my stable, including Brown Hal, to Pittsburg, and in the work- outs I gave him there, he went so lame that I con- cluded it was no use trying to race him any more, and shipped him home, and he has never been conditioned for racing since then. He is now owned by Captain M. C. Campbell of Spring Hill, Tenn., where he will undoubtedly spend the balance of his life. He had all the elements of a great race horse, viz: speed, game- ness and endurance, and these essential elements he transmits to his get in a remarkable degree. Nearly twenty years ago, ina communication I made to one of the turf journals, I prophesied that a horse would go a mile in harness in two minutes, and that the first horse to accomplish that feat would be a pacing horse and a member of the Hal family; and I rejoice to know that I have lived long enough to see that prophecy fulfilled, and that the horse that fulfilled my expectations was a distinguished son of Brown Hal. 68 ‘vo? AFLNIOQ TVH AL POINTER was foaled in 1884, and was bred by Captain Henry Pointer of Spring Hill,Tenn. He was sired by Old Tom Hal and his dam was the grand old mare Sweepstakes, by Knight’s Snow Heels, dam of Star Pointer 1.591%. Asa two-and three- year-old he was used under saddle, and in 1888 it was claimed he could show a 2.40 gait at the pace under saddle,— a claim he could hardly justify. He isa bay gelding with one white ankle in front and one behind and has a small star. When matured he was a horse of grand conformation, standing about 1534 hands high and weighing about 1,100 pounds in ordinary flesh. His legs were large and well shaped, and when in training his muscles stood out like those of a trained athlete. His beautiful and intelligent head plainly showed his sixty or more per cent. of thoroughbred blood that coursed through his veins. In June, 1888, Mr. Wal- ter Steele of Columbia, Tenn., purchased him and placed him in my stable to be trained. He had then been broken to harness, but it cannot be said that he was very handy at that way of going. He had been used so much under saddle that his gaits were very badly mixed. He would pace a little and single foot a great deal. I experimented some time with him trying to make him go square and finally shod him with a twelve-ounce shoe in front and added a six- ounce toe weight to each front foot; this seemed to improve him, and he would go square in front; but still he seemed to lack something, and to not be en- tirely balanced; finally, I put on long shoes behind, that is, shoes that projected an inch or more béyond 59 his heels, and this balanced him and he would pace square. I worked with him about a month before I went North with my racing stable. The first mile lI drove him it took him three minutes and thirteen seconds to make the circuit, but before I went away he showed me a mile in 2.30. He was then turned out and not taken up again until about September Ist. During my absence he was started in a race at the Columbia Fair in September, in which he took a record of 2.29%. When I returned that fall, I commenced working him again and kept taking the weight off his front feet and he kept increasing his speed. I finally got him so he did not require any extra weight, and during his races he generally wore a five-ounce shoe in front and a six-ounce shoe behind. Before I turned him out that fall he showed me a mile over my old half-mile track in 2.17, and I became satisfied that I had a first-class race horse if nothing happened. His hind legs always had rather a curby look, and when he paced this good mile that fall he developed a curb on one leg that caused me much anxiety; but I blistered it and turned him out and he never again showed any signs of weakness in it. I commenced work with him early the next spring and he improved so rapidly that I was more than ever convinced that he was one of the coming turf sensations and I pur- chased a half interest in him. I concluded to start him first in the 2.30 class at Cleveland that year, and, as he had never been on a mile track, I took him and my other herses there some time before the meeting, that he might get used to the track and surroundings. His front feet were always flat and of a tender and delicate formation. The track at Cleveland was very hard and in the work I gave him before the meeting 60 commenced his front feet became sore, a condition which continued during the whole of that season. I shod him with bar shoes and pads, which greatly helped to break the concussion; but still in jog work he would nod, and a stranger would think him unable to stand the hardships of a hotly-contested race; but as soon as the excitement of a race was on he seemed to forget all about his tender feet, and his pace was as even and true as any horse ever seen ina race. I won the race at Cleveland and moved down through the Grand Circuit and started him at every meeting; and after that I went to St. Louis, Terre Haute and other places and he won every race in which he was started that year, except at Rochester. Everything considered, Hal Pointer was the greatest race horse I have ever driven. I always drove him with an open bridle, and as soon as he had had a little experience he seemed to know how to rate his speed just as well as I did; and also that the purse belonged to the horse that first passed under the wire rather than the one that reached the quarter or half-mile pole in advance of the field, and when in the lead he would watch the attempts of a rival to pass him with the same degree of interest as his driver, and was ever on the alert to prevent another horse from getting dangerously close. This characteristic was well illus- trated in the race at Terre Haute, in the fall of 1889, in which was the pacer B. B. who had been defeating everything he had met that season, and many pre- dicted that when these two horses met, Hal Pointer would taste the bitter pangs of defeat. In one of the heats of that race I had passed B. B.in the stretch _and, expecting him to make a rush near the wire, was watching him and so was Pointer; and after the race 61 was over, the driver of B. B. said he “‘ could stand it to have me watching him, but when he saw Hal Pointer with one ear laid down also watching him he saw it was no use and that he could not steal a march on him, and so abandoned the attempt.” He retired that fall with a record of 2.0934, which made him a candi- date for the free-for-all class the next season. A long run barefooted that winter cured the soreness in his feet and he was in good condition the next spring to commence his training. I anticipated a hard cam- paign for him in 1890 and carefully prepared him for it. Istarted him first at Pittsburg that season and had no trouble in winning at that meeting; but at Cleve- land, which is regarded as the great storm center of the Grand Circuit, I knew I should meet a different antagonist than I had yet encountered. Adonis was at that time the pride of California’s race goers and, with the experienced and accomplished Hickok behind him, he had been campaigning through the minor cir- cuits without meeting defeat, and all horsemen expected that when he and Pointer met there would be a battle royal, and those who saw the race were not disappointed. There were a number of starters in the race, but, as expected, the contest for first place was between Pointerand Adonis. In the first heat Adonis led until the last quarter was reached, when I, having succeeded in passing the other horses, moved up so that as we entered the stretch Pointer’s head was upon the wheel of Adonis, both going true and very fast, Pointer gaining at every stride, and when within about fifty feet of the wire he was fully a neck in the lead, without any known cause, he left his feet and passed under the wire on a run, thus giving the heat to Adonis; but this mishap made no difference in the 62 outcome of the race, as he won the next three heats. We had several other contests during the Grand Cir- cuit meetings, but Adonis did not succeed in winning one of the races. The defeat of Adonis greatly agitated the horsemen and sporting element cof Cali- fornia, and the next year they sent over the fast and almost unbeaten Yolo Maid to take the measure of the great son of Tom Hal. Our first meeting was at Cleveland, and the known speed and race-horse quali- ties of these two contestants caused excitement to run high. Yolo Maid could show a great burst of speed and was very fast in getting away, and in every case would lead Pointer to the first quarter by many yards; but I never drove Hal Pointer in any race where if he could get his nose to the wheel of the sulky of the other horse at the head of the stretch he could not beat him to the wire, and Yolo Maid proved no excep- tion to this rule. She would rush away at a two- minute gait for the first quarter, but Pointer saved his fast rush for the home stretch and in his races often paced the last quarter in thirty seconds; and, like Adonis, Yolo Maid returned to California without having won a single race from Pointer, although she attempted to do so all through the Grand Circuit. But the Californians did not give up. I started Hal Pointer that season (1891) in July, and raced him the whole season over all kinds of tracks, some of which were very hard and his feet became a little tender, so much so, that he would not fully extend himself on a hard track; and while in this condition, Direct, who had been brought from California early in the season and given an easy campaign, was especially prepared to try and wrest the crown from Hal Pointer. We first met at Terre Haute in October, where, after 63 a very hot contest, Hal Pointer won. Our next meet- ing was at Nashville, where the track was hard, and Direct won. We met a few days later at the then new kite-shaped track at Columbia, Tenn., and the track was so hard that I could not get Pointer to do himself justice, and he again suffered defeat; but to accom- plish this feat, he compelled Direct to pace the three fastest heats that had up to that time ever been made in harness. The next season, when the horses were more nearly on an equality, in a number of races Hal Pointer clearly demonstrated his superiority as a race horse, and defeated Direct every time they met. I cam- paigned him during 1893, 1894 and 1895. In the free- for-all pace at Philadelphia, in 1894, he was taken sick during the race with an ailment that baffled all veter- inary skill to diagnose. He had never been sick before and showed no signs of illness until in the race. Both he and Yolo Maid were taken sick in the same heat with the same ailment, which gave rise to a sus- picion of foul play on the part of some one. But whatever it was, he never recovered from it. I win- tered him with the rest of the Hamlin stable in Cali- fornia during the winter of 1894 and 1895, and started him in several races in 1895; but he still showed the effects of that sickness; and we gave up campaigning him. After his race at Cleveland, in 1890, Mr. Steele and myself sold him to Mr. Harry Hamlin of Village Farm; but he continued in my stable until I went to Village Farm in 1892, and was after that in that stable and was driven by me as long as he continued to race through the Grand Circuit. I do not believe any horse ever lived that possessed more racing sense, gameness, and endurance than did this grand horse. 64 I have often seen him, after a hard-fought five-heat race, being cooled out when another race would be called on, and he would commence to get restless and uneasy and show by every action that he wanted to get back to the track and take a hand in the excite- ment. Hal Pointer was a difficult horse to make score fast, and was always slow in starting away. He did not seem to be imbued with the necessity of winning the heat until the middle or latter part of the mile had been reached, and then he would bend all his mighty energies in an endeavor to first reach the wire, and very few horses were ever able to withstand his terrific rush. He never required, and would not endure, punishment. Once when I was giving him a workout he did something I did not like and I struck him with the whip twice, and, in spite of everything I could do, he ran three miles before I could stop him; I never tried it again, and in all the races I ever drove him I never did anything more than to carry the whip over him, and when I wanted some extra speed I would shake it at him. I gave him a record of 2.04%, which was the world’s record at that time. It is a lamentable fact that many good horses after their days of usefulness are over, and theyare no longer able to earn money for their owners, are, through avarice or want of sympathy, either killed or compelled to eke out a miserable existence doing drudgery for strangers, when, by reason of their past services, they should be tenderly cared for by those whom they have faithfully served. Iam glad to know that no hard- ships of this kind are in store for grand old Hal Pointer. I am giving him just enough light road work for exercise, driving back and forth from Village Farm 65 to the Jewett covered track. I generally drive him — over to the hotel at East Aurora and hitch him under a shed when I goto lunch. He is very fond of carrots, and I always intend to put three in my pocket and feed him two before I go to lunch and the other when I am ready to start back. If I have the carrots for him, he seems perfectly happy and will be cheerful all the rest of the day; but if I happen to forget them, he is mad and acts as ill-natured as does a smoker when de- prived of his after-dinner cigar. The following article, clipped from the columns of a recent number of the “Vouth’s Companion,” very aptly illustrates different dispositions respecting the fate of a faithful horse after his days of usefulness are over : “Tt was a mournful little procession which filed out of the barn and took its way along the lane towards the pasture. First came Azariah, with the old musket. Then followed Thad, leading a horse, tall, gaunt and aged ; and in the rear, with a shovel over his shoulder, plodded old Benjamin Heminway, the owner of the farm. . ““No one said anything, but all three of the men glanced furtively at the house, and Thad carefully steered old Prince around some outcropping ledges where his shoes would have been likely to make a noise. When they reached the pasture, they halted. “ sbastest gelding, ROBERT J... . . world’s harness record. RosperT J... . . fastest heat in race gelding, Ropert J., . . . fastest four-heat race. JorE PatcHEeN, . ._ fastest race record. LADY OF THE MANOR, fastest pacing mare. LADY OF THE MANoR, fastest heat in race mare. Lorp Dersy, . . _ fastest five-year-old trotting gelding. THE ABBOTT, . ._ fastest six-year-old gelding. Tue Appott, . ._ fastest two-heat race. THE ABBOTT, . ._ fastest five-heat race. THE ApBoTT, . . fastest race record to wagon. THE ABBOTT, . ._ fastest trial to wagon. . THE ABBOTT, . ._ fastest trotting record. BELLE HAMLIN AND Honest GEorGE, fastest double-team record. BELLE HAMLIN, GLOBE AND JUSTINA, . fastest triple-team record. HeEir-AtT-Law, . fastest race records, both trotting and pacing. 140 The World’s Record for Triple Team, 2.14, made by BeLLe Hamuin, GLose and JusTINa. fe ri i \ ‘ “i { \ } That others will surpass the record I have made, both as regards the number of horses driven and the time recorded, is highly probable, and yet I can frankly say that my ambition is measurably gratified. I have certainly achieved a far greater success than I had reason to anticipate at the dawn of a career to which my mature years have been devoted ; and if, in the years to come, I shall witness higher achievements by others than I have been able to obtain, I shall ever be ready and willing to extend to him or them the same cordial greeting with which I have always been favored. No tinge of envy or bitterness will mar the memories which cluster around the past. The good will I bear to those I have met in friendly rivalry, as well as to those who may in the future adorn a profession of which I only claim to be a humble member, will ever be cherished by me as one of the brightest jewels I possess. 141 INDEX. PAGE. 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ORS Au Ur He Noe eae er ede gays) HON Columbia, Tennessee, iesdence Abie oaths Bae Ce teeta ee Conditions in Tennessee not favorable for anne TACES, ct) eer aye LO Wonverving pacer tO trOt,. “es se ee oe) ey he LOE SU DEAN TING sane mer hr Snel yy anys leper pa open Sugiyama ale (oY SU HURIBV CAINS i) ss) Aue eek eet ele ie Ve eu em Lae af seo eel ToL2c matings on te 14 rep to) 2a ies ae atin ee ey eRe es WVomet en gh Tar EOS PareMOevil ss Ehiy c iicwea oie ot Dee Preis Wet ars IOI, 102 Date of career as trainer td driven Dre ecto eiiee, Wie ae ae ME PLO POL CW Ne hii it ey et a rari ee Gua RSet ato oO Varn: aa! ahh a Urata em MO eet eee v5 Also bees ae Lae Mitedat ak Te eyes eR lon (ia eet ep cierOR 143 Disinfectants, Importance of using, Doble, Budd, . Double-Team record, Driving, suggestions about, Early Life, Easley, John, and needoe! a oihe Ella Brown, Strange incident in training, . Fanning, Rev. Talbot, . Fantasy, Se hee : Feeding horses in winter and spring, Feet, best time to get in condition, . Feet, importance of keeping in condition, First Lesson, My, in caring for race horses, First Monday, First Race, My, . Foot, Perfect, of horse i y, hands high, Forging and scalping, ee for, Fox hunting, . : : Freeman, H. B., Ery,,O. Fuller, George, Gibson’s Tom Hal, Globe, : : Glycerine, when ciauld ie eed Goldston, Wm., . Grand Circuit, ‘‘Great Discovery,”’ when ‘ ibe seed ‘ Greenlander, Hal Family, Hal Pointer, Hamilin,:C..f.., Hamlin, Harry, Harness, should fit ee, Heir-at-Law, . : Hock action, when low, ee to ahs : Honest George, . . Se et Horses, working and preparing dior races, . Hotspur, race with, A : Humphrey’s Homeopathic Rewiedics! : Iodine, how and when to use, Jockey Day, 144 gel mame PAGE. 72 120 93 94 133 73, 80 121, 122 78 126 127, 128 36 Joe Braden, Joe Patchen, Jogging, general rules fon John R. Gentry, . Justina, . Kittrell’s Hal, Knee action, when high, proper way to shoe, Lady of the Manor, Little Brown Jug, Little Dave, Lizzie, Locomotive, Lord Derby, Lucy, McDowell, icity, Mambrino King, Marvin, Charles, Mattie Hunter, Milan Chimes, é Montgomery, accident at, - Mooney’s Rubber Pads, recommended, Moore’s Hoof Ointment, when to apply, Morgan Horses, . Mountain Slasher, Mud, racing in, Nightingale, Old horses, how aieposed alee Old Spot, ege Pacers driven to eas ; Pacers, how to shoe, Pacing gait not appreciated, Pads, how and when to use, . Parents object to my becoming trainer ine auiver : Pneumatic sulky, first used in Grand Circuit, Preparing horses for campaigning, . Prince Pulaski, Quarters, when defective, hae s seiueae Race Track, My first, Raymond, Tom, . Sek Sore 46 Receipt for wash in certain cases, Repeats, when to give, 145 . 99, 100 18 139 PAGE. ci hai, BO 82, 83 119 82 73 47 133 97, 98 49 18 49 52 33> 34 83 78 125 31-34 96 24 Le 132 II, 18 BAST. 75, 83 74, 75 66 AI 131 10 132 16 79 114 31 115 16 83 124 121 Robert. Ji 600 ee as ciel) sae alice a oh palate Rowdy: Boys.) a0 le eh RC cal I 0 ce Roy Wialkkess) soci ERNIE eR Saddle Horses first need in nee I oe Se Salisbury, Monroe, . . Meer ee Scenery, change of, dawicatie, bane : ok 6 ieee nee Selma, Alabama, desirable place to winter Hepes oN ae een Sheep.iuse of, tony racelteaelk, jinn mes ouees 83 Shoeing to correct certain ee Reece rive om I ae I at 133 Sickness in horses, suggestions about,. . ... . oi Go Panza Sky Blue, er 8 oe a ay err sleepy Georges. ei jah vie (oe ec esa a ee Southern Cireuit, vi 2. ee Lia St, 2 rr Southern climate, Sdgantes of tor winter eae ee ee Speeding horses in early winter, : 60. (000) ) ae Springs, when and how to use, . 2. . » ss « 4) eee ep eme mes sulky, only time ever taken outjefy).. 2). Mr kc cy Teeth, importance of keeping in good conden 0 gat Dies ane en Tennessee, Leaving, for Village Farm, . 2.) a) 3 ee Tennessee, pacing-bred pacers, .0 20 ss 6) as) Tennessee pastimes, 925 (0 2 a” Sa Tennessee, settlement of, 0 20 50a The Abbott, 0 000 60808 OS) 0 rr The Momky i vicinal ee ‘(bhrush;: Remedy for,() 2952): Ur me Toe, must not be too long or too skeet rr So Training stable should be properly conducted, . . . . . # I12, 113 Triple Team, difficulty in‘driving, . ..0. « : .\ )) eee Triple: Team, record, |. ee ea el we 0) er Trotter, My first, oy er eye oe ea ee, oe Protters driven to'reeonds, \. 0.8 py) o) a oe 135-137 Prowble, isle vie wh gale da tte yak a) 200k MS 0 a rr II Troupe and Bisence! Saas Ieee EO co KS Vaseline, when should be eee. PU Mee ree LT Willage Maran yoo. PPM eC hep eS Wash, proper to use ates cearieig horse OM ah Se 124 Wash (stringent), to be used after treatment for lumens . ie ZS White; Beng ei Oe eee canine ap Nia? a ih ee a rrr Woodruff, Hiram, ah, | eee ae eh) oiae ie) aio aN cae eel cr World’s records, . . 4 Bg ie a oi UE ae RE Sis a Volo Mardy ii) ee 5 ay oe es Se PR ys) en eee AD.5, & © ws