AN Accurate Account of
the Sayings and Doings
of the Wise^ and Most Highly
Educated Horse in the World.
George L. Hutchin
Copyright Applied For. ] [ All Rights Reserved.
Copyright 1905 by W. H. Barnes
PREFACE AND CONTENTS
Tlu" tonii "hoist" sonso" is pro\crhi:il. It is now uni\ crsally
acknowledjicd ami rcconitncnclocl. 1 h:ur, tor ;i lonu time, w ishcd
to w rite somothin<: tor the hetternient ot hnite i.M"e:itioi\ aiul the
eiiiaiuipation ot the animal kin;j;ilom. To me, out of the depths
ot compassion, has eome a wild cry tor the amehoration ot the
earthly condition of domestic animals oppressed.
At last, like an inspiration, Princess Trixie has come to me as
a revelation, and her worils will he as a hencihction to those of
Humanity will bless her memory and all her brother animals
will praise her according; to their power of understandini^.
Princess Trixie has a larj^cr development ot "horse sense" than
any anin^il I have ever known. I have seen jim Key and the
Hahn's horse of Berlin, and 1 w ish to say that they are certainly
marvels of equine intelli;;ence. 'riiey haxc done a ;j:reat deal to
relieve the hardships and sutiteriniis of their race. 1 ha\e often
thout:;ht that they knew more than some teachers and trainers.
Princess Trixie matriculateil in the school of experience ami
j^raduatcd in Nature's broad coUej^e of universal knowledj^c. Be-
yond cavil she is the smartest and best educated horse in the world
today. She speaks a various lan^uaj:;c, and makes herself xuider-
stood perfectly by signs, looks, utterances and actions. She is the
most gifteil and talenteil actress before the public, and has won
her laurels by ileser\injj; them.
She is the coiuiectinjj; link in the interchanjze of knowledjje
between the Inunan faiuily ami brute creation. She has a lifjht
and iMiderstanding that is miraculous, '["he humaiu'tarian will
praise her i:;low inii;l\ , while ever\- animal that has the >:;ift of
understamlinij: will hoKl her in ijrateful remembrance.
The follow ing is a true autobio_>;raph\ and history of Princess
Geo. L. Hutchin.
MY KIND MASTER
William Harrison Barnes
Mv First Recollection.
V MY memorj' has not played me a trick and filled
ni)- brain with weird fancies, my first recollection
tlatcs hack to April in 1895. I remember a pleas-
ant meadow, a running brook, a nearby orchard,
a spacious barn and a handsome house where my
master lived. Elverjthing was new to me and I
was often alarmed and scared by things that I
never notice any more and pay no attention to at
all. Of course I did not know then what was
harmful. But since I have been educated I know
how to take care of mj'self and how to guard
against dangers and pitfalls. Like all young colts I did many very
foolish things at first, but I soon learned to do better. And the
better I did the happier I was. My home was near Humboldt,
Iowa. I often saw cit}- folks pass by and I thought that they
were the funniest things imaginable. Their dress was so odd.
My mother's name was Gypsy Queen. She was trained by
Prof. W. A. Sigsbee, a noted educator of animals. No grandee
or ancient dame was more proud than my mother. At an early
age she called me to her side and said: "You are young and can't
be expected to know everything. It is my duty tO' tell you. I have
noticed you playing with those Norman colts over in the other
pasture. Now take my advice and don't waste your time with
them. They are rough and coarse. They have no refinement
whatever. When they grow up they will be hitched to a dray
or made to pull a scraper or a lumber wagon. Their mother goes
out to plow in the field all day. She has had no educational ad-
vantages and couldn't have learned much if she had been so favored.
I pity her but I don't wish to trot in her class. You should have
ambition and fill some high place in life. 'Hitch your chariot to
a star.' If you grow up ignorant and coarse you will not be fitted
for the higher walks; and you will be put to dull, stupid work
with the work-aday draft horse. It's just the same with people."
This set me to thinking, and I resolved to so live that I would
be the best favored by my master. When my mother whinnied to
me I trotted to her side immediately and I kept aloof from the
other colts who had learned no manners and were lowly born and
bred. When they kicked viciously, and squealed and bit each
other I was shocked beyond measure and day by day I saw the
wisdom of my mother's remarks. The other colts were not so bad,
but they didn't seem to "sabbie," as my young master Ray used to
I shall always remember the day when my mother whinnied to
me and I went to her at the gate to our master's house. Just
beyond the fence stood a beautiful Arabian horse. I had never seen
a horse so handsome and noble in my life. They called him
Boniveta. How my heart leaped with joy when I learned that
he was my father. He was so gentle and kind that no one could
be cruel enough to mistreat him. There were a great many fine-
looking people there, and Boniveta, to please those present, gave
an exhibition of his learning. I never saw anything so wonderful.
I shall always remember how happy Boniveta's master seemed
when he gave com-
mands that were
quickly executed. I
w as inspired and ex-
alted. I could see
that Boniveta and
his master under-
stood each other al-
most perfectly. I saw
liow vastly pleased
the master was when
And that decided my
life. I made a resolve
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to get an education and be an equine star of the first magnitude.
I am told that my father is still giving exhibitions of his skill and
learning on the Atlantic seaboard, and has been greatly praised
for his cle\er work. So you see I came from a race of actors and
performers. I have had advantages that few horses can boast.
I felt a little despondent at first, as no one semed to care for
mc particularly, and when I tried to indicate to them that I wanted
them to teach me they stroked me roughly and would often say,
"Be gone!" But dear, good, kind-hearted mother consoled me by
saying, "You are .voung yet ; be of good cheer, be gentle and wait
for your opportunity that comes once to every horse, and then
make the most of it."
Well, I thank my lucky star the fortunate day came at last;
my beloved master and benefactor came. But for him I might be
drawing milk-carts or doing other menial service today. ^ The
moment I saw him I was strangely impressed. I went right to
him and laid my head in his arms. I don't know what made me
do It. He patted me and stroked my mane and I was supremely
happy, 1 don't know how I was so strangely drawn to him. I
had heard of hypnotism and I wondered if he had cast a spell about
me. Surely I was charmed by the magic of his eye. I felt that
there was to be a great change in my life. And although I had
never seen this man before I knew instinctively that I was to follow
his fortunes. He seemed so kind, so gentle and noble in my mind
that I was deter-
mined to reciprocate
his gentleness in ev-
er)- way possible. I
heard them call him
Mr. Barnes and I
that his full name
was William Harri-
son Barnes. A funny
idea struck me. I
thought that t h e
name of Barnes
ought to prove pop-
Sitting on Master's Lap
ular with any horse. Well, my predictions came true I soon left
the green fields, the pastures and all the charming and enchanting
spots of my early days to follow my dear benefactor all over the
world, as it seems to me.
My Early Training.
As I said before, I was sure that I was born under a lucky star
when I was taken into my Master's services and felt his care. And
how I do love his dear family! They are all so kind to me. Mrs.
Nellie the good mother of the little master, Raymond, and the
Mistresses Mvrtle and Lucile, is especially good to me. i appre-
ciate all their kindness a great deal more than they probably
imagine. I shall never cease to be thankful for being cast in their
lot I have grown up with the children and I learned a great
deal from them, because I could understand their meaning better
than I could understand some older people. They were always
playful, and I like to play. Some of my best knowledge was
gained while at play.
I will never forget mv first public performance. It was at a
country fair. I was led upon a big platform, w^hich was new to
me It shook a bit and I was afraid it would fall and break my
neck and legs and in-
||Wft» jure my Master. Of
"''^ ^ ' course he didn't
know just what was
the matter, so I tried
to be brave. Then
the band began to
play and I was
scared more than
ever. I thought sure
the platform was
breaking down. I
trembled terribly. As
I gazed about me I
saw a sea of faces all lookiiiiz at me. I can imagine how a mur-
derer must feel when he is about to be han<j;e(l. "What in the
world have I done and what's the matter with them?" 1 thouji;ht.
At last the band quit and my poor Master, heaven forgive me, tried
to make me umlerstainl that he wanted me to do those things right
then and there that he had taught me before. I was so badly
scared that I forgot 1 was in the world. I must have looked like
an inspired idiot. My Master's face changed color so rapidly that
I feared he uas going to have a fit. Then I thought to myself,
"Here's a pretty how-de-do." I realized that I had to do some-
thing and do it (nn'ckly. So without really knowing what I was
going to do 1 reared upon my hinder legs, and in that attitude
walked across the platform to the band. Before this the crowd
was indifferent, skeptical and almost insulting in its remarks. Rut
ni\- coup (le grace caught them and they howled with delight. I
felt relieved. Aly stage fright was gone, and my Master having
pulled himself together began our exhibition. Every time I did
anything pleasing the vast throng roared with delight and my
Master was so unmistakably pleased that I redoubled my efforts to
ilo good acting. Oh ! how glad I was to hear them clap their
hands and shout when we concluded our stunt and the President of
the Fair leaped to the platform and roared: "This horse is the
Princess of Trickery." From that incident grew my name. Prin-
cess Trixie, and it has clung to me ever since and is known all
over the world
wherever the Eng-
lish language is
spoken. My Master
flung his arms about
my neck and hugged
me and I am not
just sure I did not
see a tear in his eyes
as he spoke to me so
kind and lovingl}-.
Hundreds came up
and petted me and
said, "What a smart
Getting Down Like a Camel
horse" and other things like that. I tell you I was proud. I just
wanted to give the exhibition all over again, right then and there.
But that awful band began to play again and I came down out
of the clouds and began to look for an easy way to escape to
earth. And then came the racing horses. I spoke to one of the
runners in my own language as he was going back to score. But
before he could answer his rider jerked him cruelly and struck him
with a whip. It made my blood boil, but what could I do? I
pity those poor anim.als that are ridden at top speed and cut with
the whip by merciless jockeys because the poor things can't fly.
How tired those horses must get?
I was aroused from my reverie by a great commotion in the
crowd of spectators. The horse I had spoken to was so angry at
the cruel blows showered upon him that he wanted revenge.
Suddenly darting forward he dropped his head between his legs and
kicked up his heels. Off went the rider, who struck the band-
stand with a dull thud. They carried the rider unconscious to a
shed and two doctors worked over him a long time before he
knew what happened. Everybody said it served him right. They
put a new mount on the horse and he won the race. The new
rider was kind and gentle, and the horse told me that he did his
best because the new jockey was not cruel. I pity trained animals
who have cruel masters. Too often the trainers are ignorant and
can't make themselves understood. They expect dumb brutes to
know as much as
people and to reason
as well. God never
intended that it
should be so. My
lieart bleeds for ani-
mals who have cruel
masters. They can't
tell the world how
wretchedly they are
• icated and made to
-iitfer often for the
When I think of my
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Master and then think of some masters I have seen, I can't refrain
from felicitating m\sclt upon the wise choice I made when I se-
lected him for master — for really I did select him.
Learning to Speak.
As my education progressed day by day other horses were sur-
prised. They deemed me precocious, far beyond my years. And
when they saw thousands of people eagerly collect about me and
admire my work they too were anxious to gain my knowledge and
popularity. A few of them have become fairly well trained and
some of them know more than their trainers. I am learning all
the time. I hope some day to know everything my Master wants
me to do. You must have a wise teacher if you would learn eveiy-
thing. I felt now that I had a mission in the world to perform. I
knew that in some way I was to be the emancipator of the animal
kingdom — what Abraham Lincoln and "Uncle Tom's Cabin" were
to the colored race. I became more and more anxious to learn
with the grand hope of helping my suffering kind.
My Master saw how anxious I was to learn and he took great
interest in me. My first lesson was easy. He held a piece of
candy in his hand and offered it to me, nodding his head several
times. Then he asked
me if I w^anted the
candy. Most certain-
ly I did. But he
would not give it to
me until I nodded
my head, which he
said meant "yes." I
liked the candy so
well that I kept
bowing and nodding
all the time, and I
ate so much candy
that I was alm(jst
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sick. 1 was pleased with my lesson, however. Then my Master
offered me a bunch of thistles and they stung my nostrils and I
shook my head just as my Master did. My Master patted me
and said, "That's ripjht; shake your head when j'ou want to say
'No.' " I was making progress and I was happy. Then Master
pointed out objects and pronounced their names and showed me
pictures and repeated their names, oh, ever-so-many times a day.
I often wonder at the patience my Master had with me. But he
was good and kind and I slowly learned a great deal. I tried
to pronounce my Master's words as he said them, but I couldn't.
A horse learns and remembers best by kind treatment.
When I couldn't understand a thing I always shook my head.
Master then would show me an object or explain his meaning
clearly in some way. Although I was studious I did not know as
much as I wanted to know the first and second year. My Master
was practical and took lots of pains to teach me. You know a
horse satisfiies his curiosity a great deal by smelling. If a horse
is allowed to smell out an object and it doesn't hurt him he will
never be afraid of that thing again, unless it changes its form,
its noises, or does some new stunt.
I shall never forget the first automobile I met. Scared ? Well,
I felt as though I could jump over the moon just as easily as I
wink an eye. I trembled like a leaf and my nerves were at a
tension that was terrible. I thought it was the Devil I had heard
Master speak about.
Master didn't seem
afraid and I won-
dered at that. He
said to me quietly.
"Don't be afraid,
Trixie, it won't hurt
you." I was mighty
glad to hear him say
this, but I still had
ni}^ doubts and was
I had confidence in
my Master, and
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when he said: "Come, Trixic, ami put your front feet into this
machine," 1 ahnost fell dead. I tlK)ufz;ht that he must have lost his
mind or that I didn't understand. But I fjrew bolder and smelled
of the "horseless carriage" all over and finally put my feet into
the bed of the machine and wasn't afraid. Of course now when
I have knowledj^e I don't care at all for automobiles.
If m\- Master had whipped me and jerked me as some cruel
and foolish men jerk and whip their horses I would have been
scared to death. I hope the day will come when all masters will
learn how nervous horses are natvirally and u ill not be so brutally
ignorant of the horse's wants and needs.
My Kindergarten Work.
My kindergarten work was the important foundation of my
education. I grew up as a member of my Master's household. I
played with the children and they seemed to love me as much as I
loved them. And I learned many of the things they learned.
Young Master Ray used to play innocent little tricks on me just
for fun. I did not understand him then and my heart often was
wounded because I thought I had done some wrong. But when
he would laugh and throw his arms around ni}' neck and hug me
I knew that it was
all right and I was
happy again. When
I would play with
the children in the
orchard they would
hold up an apple and
pronounce the name
and I soon knew
what apple was and
I told them so in my
sign language, which
I have learned is
Balancing Feat in Harness
^hanks to this avenue I am able to understand and to express
many thoughts. The sign language is of great value to me.
When I had learned many words I w^as told that every one
was represented by certain signs called letters of the alphabet.
This puzzled me. Misses Myrtle and Lucile were given some
blocks for Christmas and these blocks had letters on them. They
put three of the letters together and it spelled "BOY." They
pronounced the name again and again. Then they changed it
and put three letters together which they called "RAY" and
pointed to my young Master as they pronounced R — ^A — ^Y —
"RAY." Then I knew by signs that my Master's name was
Ray and that he was a boy. I was progressing and therefore very
They placed the alphabet in a regular order and pointed to
each letter as they pronounced the name. I soon learned to pick
out the letters by sound and location. And now I can spell almost
any word that does not have too many letters in it, I know
many words. I know how to spell them and know their mean-
I am like all other horses about music. I am affected by music.
A dirge makes me weep, but when Mistress Myrtle, or the band,
plays a march I just feel as though I could fly and I step in rhythm
with the joyous sounds. I can distinguish the musical notes and
could play if I had hands to touch the chords and keys. I love
good music. And
don't you think for
one moment that a
horse can't tell a bad
band from a good
one. If you only
knew how bad music
affects a horse you
Mould not be sur-
prised at his running
;i\vay and kicking
(■\erything to pieces
and jumping into
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Animals are affected more by music than by any other agency.
The dirge is a sad and solemn thing to a horse. Funerals are
alwajs associated with them, in the mind of the horse. And when
the band plays lively circus music I always feel like dancing. Some
times this happy spirit is mistaken for fractiousness and skittish-
ness, because some poor colts who have never seen the world,
especially on St. Patrick's Day and the Fourth of July, become
alarmed and act up foolish like. I am very fond of music and can
play some. I am making progress and may in time become an
expert on certain instruments. When my Mistress Myrtle saw
how fond I was of music she began to play everything she could
think of to please me. Oh, how I did enjoy the sweet strains
from her piano. I never imagined that such pretty sounds could
be made. When my Master saw how fond I was of music he
bought me a set of alluminum chimes. When I had smelled them
out to find no danger in them. Master rubbed my nose against
the side of each chime in the chromatic scale and the sounds were
so pleasing that I wanted to hear them all the time. Every time
I struck a chime Mistress Myrtle struck the same note on her
piano and they pro-
nounced the name of
the note. I became
an adept at match-
ing tones and can
now duplicate the
notes on my chimes,
after hearing the
piano, better than
Master can. After a
great deal of pa-
tience and hard prac-
tice I could play any
simple tune. I sur-
Playing on tlie Chimes
prised my Master a great deal. But I tell j'ou, a horse has a
musical ear and can distinguish sounds and noises better than people
can. When I got so I could play real well and I saw how pleased
my Master was, I felt happy as a Cherub sitting on a cloud and
tickling Angels' toes.
fVorki/ig the Cash Register.
When I had learned to play the chimes I had an ambition to
do something more difficult. Master brought home a National
Cash Register one day and set it down near me. I thought it
the most curious looking thing I had ever seen. I didn't have
much idea of its usefulness until I visited a big country fair and
saw different people operating cash registers and making change
for purchasers. I heard Master say: "I venture Trixie can work
a cash register as well as anybody." When I knew that he wanted
me to learn to make change from the cash register till, I was
skeptical of my ability to succeed. Master called me to him and
pointed to the register. Then he touched a key which rang a
bell and threw out the money drawer. In this drawer were bon-
bons. The drawer was closed and Master pressed my nose
against the key and the drawer flew open as the bell rang. I found
more bonbons. Mas-
ter told me that he
would give me candy
as often as I could
open the cash regis-
ter. No bell-ringer
ever worked harder.
y\nd then he dropped
coins into the boxes
in the drawer. He
held \ip these coins
and pron o u n c e d
their names and told
me how to make
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change, and never "short change," as some people do. I was a
long time learning this, but Master was so patient and kind tiiat
I tried doubly hard to learn, and succeeded. Master tells nie
that he has been presented with a brand new National Cash Reg-
ister built specially for me, and that it is valued at $400.
I knew all the figures and numbers pretty w'cU before I under-
took to make change on the register, but even then I had difficulty
in ringing up the sale correctly and in getting the right money in
change. But now I am all right on change and the National
Cash Register can't be beat. I can see how it would prevent mis-
takes, how it would detect theft and keep accounts straight. It's
a wonder. I learned the figures and numbers more slowly than
I did the alphabet. Master would hold up an object like a carrot
and say "one." Then he would hold up one in each hand and say
"two" and show me the printed number each time. And that's
the way I learned from one up to ten and over.
I am like people, however ; I would have considerable trouble
in keeping my accounts straight and the change right if it wasn't
for the National Cash Register. It's perfection.
Talk With Ned and Ted.
I have lots of fun
with my two stable
companions, N e d
and Ted. Ned is a
very wise horse. He
is grey like myself,
but not from age.
Ted is also grey, but
he's a dog and I have
to talk to him
through signs which
he understands by
instinct. A dumb
brute can't reason
Dog Ted Does His Stunt.
like a man, but knows things by instinct. Ned and I often get to
talking over the past. We are both very happy because we have
such a kind Master, and such a good home. When a stormy day
comes (and such weather is bound to be), we are comfortably
housed and blanketed. One day Ned said to me: "What would
you do in case fire broke out in our quarters?" I told him that
I would "break out" too. "But," said Ned, "suppose you were
tied and the door was barred and locked." "Well," I replied,
"our Master is more considerate; he never ties us and never locks
the door nor bars it unless a groom is on guard with us." I saw a
big fire once in the East where I was giving an exhibition of my edu-
cational powers, and thousands of curious people came to see me
and were astounded at my knowledge. A livery stable burned
down. In this stable were many horses who in their day had been
considered noble steeds and magnificent chargers. As their use-
fulness waned the poor steeds were taken from the family carriage
and sold to the livery man for hire. That's the way of our race.
We are shunted and sent to the scrap pile when we are no longer
young and spry. One day when Ned and I were down town we
saw a horse running away. He was hitched to a delivery wagon
and scattered everything' before him, and after him too. We were
going in his direction and Master allowed us to canter along pretty
lively. As we came to a bend in the road we saw a great crowd
hurrying to the delivery horse, who had been badly hurt by an
When we got in
speaking distance we
asked the wounded
horse all about his
rash act. "Oh, I am
in such pain," said
he, "that I don't care
what becomes of me
now." "Why did
you run away?"
asked Ned. "Oh, be-
cause I was abused,"
he retorted. "They
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put high clieclc reins on me and bh'nkers over my eyes
and they beat me for ahnost nothing and jerked my poor mouth
until it is sore and bleeding. I get no rest on Sunday, for
they drive me into the countiy and half starve me and expect
me to be good-natured. They seldom water me when I want a
drink and when they whipped me today for nothing I got so ter-
ribly mad that I kicked over the traces and smashed things. I
saw them shoot a real fine thorouglibred horse who fell in the hunt
the other day and broke his leg. My leg is broken and I can see
what kind of a finish I am going to make. I wish I had remem-
bered what my poor old mother told me, never to run away. But
there are some things no horse can stand."
Impressions of King Rex and Cuba.
When my education was pretty well completed my Master
was anxious to have me show the world what I knew and could
do, the same as people. And everywhere I went thousands of the
very finest people crowded around to see me and to express sur-
prise. I didn't care so much for their praise and wonderment, but
I wanted to please Master, who put a ticket seller at the front
door and made everybody pay that came to see me perform. More
people came to see
my acting than any
other attraction on
the World's Fair
grounds where we
visited. I felt very
sorry for some of the
show managers be-
cause nearly every-
body came to me,
while nobody scarce-
ly went to see their
exhibitions. For sev-
eral years I have
My Home at Lewis ami Clark Expositidn
been traveling from ocean to ocean, trying to do humane work.
I belong to the Humane Societies of New York, Boston and other
prominent cities. I believe that I have accomplished much good.
My Master has with him two elk. He calls them Cuba and
King Rex. They have big bushy antlers and look awfully queer
to me. They are not sociable and kind like Ned and Ted. One
day when I went up to King Rex to say something in our univer-
sal sign language he struck me a staggering blow in the face with
his horns. Gee ! but I was mad. No one was near. Master was
out of sight. I was so indignant and furious that I wheeled around
and let both heels fly. I caught his royal highness in the short
ribs and stomach. It sounded like a bass drum. He doubled up
like Ostler Joe's jackknife and let a groan out of him that you
could hear ten blocks. He began to squirm and work his antlers
suspiciously and I mosied away into my own favorite stall. Master
came in and saw King Rex all doubled up with pain. "Goodness,"
said he, "that elk's sick." And then he gave him a big dose of
nasty colic medicine. I kind o' laughed to myself but said nothing.
But when he saw the bruise and gash on my forehead he asked
what the matter was. I pointed over to Rex, and he said, "Been
mixing it with that elk, eh?" He laughed and said, "Well, you
actors and performers are just like all other show people."
I think Cuba has a little better disposition than King Rex, but
his antlers are just as long and as hard and as dangerous. But I
don't feel unkind to
these poor animals,
for they don't know
a great deal. They
can't understand as
I do. They obey
and they dive into a
delicious bath many
times a day to please
him. If they only
had "horse sense"
and would do as
they might do Mas-
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tcr Nvovikl push thcni forxvard to the xvorUl just as he docs me.
Hut then, they must live accordiii^^ to their understanding.
My Message to the World.
The great mistake animals often make is in not heeding their
master, particularly when the master is good and kind 1 like to
tease and torment mv Master just the same as children like to tease
their parents, but 1 always make up for it by showing my Master
hou- much I love him. blaster has great confidence in me, and i
am doubly cautious not to do anything to lose his conhdence.
One day when he had hitched me to his carriage he said:
"Trixie I don't think it's necessary to hamper you with lines to
guide you. You know left from right and right from wrong. _ i
^^■\\\ drive you by the motion of my hand just as I would point
the way to a stranger inquiring for direction. 1 nodded All
rieht " We soon understood each other and I went fast, slow, to
right' or left and stood still when he said "Whoa!" Master was
proud of me and I was pleased, oh! so pleased. And when the
bands were playing and Master wanted to show me off 1 stepped
hi-h and marked time and did almost everything graceful except
the skirt dance. No high-bred Arabian ever xvalked more majestic
than I. Everybody
was watching when
I moved. I was the
cynosure of all eyes.
Master taught me
to rear up and walk
on my hind feet, to
sit in a chair, to do
contortion stunts, —
such as placing my
front leg over my
head, to stand upon
my head, to walk
lame and to imitate
Driven Wiliiout Lines
a drunken man's unsteady, zig-zag gait. And by the way, I am a
teetotlar. I don't like any kind of liquor and when I see how silly
and cruel some very good people are when drinking I thank my
lucky stars that I never touched strong drink. In fact I hate
strong drink because it has made cruel, brute masters cause more
animals to suffer than I could tell you.
I was taught to do many clever things, and I went through the
streets of nearly every European capital drawing my Master and 1
was free of rein or bridle. It astonished the people and they came
by thousands to see me at the theatre and filled every seat and
others stood up and filled all the vacant space. I couldn't under-
stand why so many very royal people were so wildly enthusiastic
about me and paid so raluch money to see me. But Master was
tickled almost to death and I was glad because he seemed so
pleased about it. In this connection I wish to show you a photo-
graph of one crowd that came to pay their respects to me. All
the other pictures are very similar and merely repetitions of my
victorious conquest of Europe. I shall never forget my first intro-
duction to Sara Bernhardt. They told me she was a great actress
and that I was to give a special performance for her benefit.
There were many prominent Parisian journalists and theatrical
managers present. I was a little nervous, but I did my best. I
knew by the applause that I was making a "hit," or "bringing down
the house," as my Master says. As I was bowing in conclusion
the "Divine Sara"
came to me quickly,
threw her arms
around my neck, and
said in French,
which was interpret-
ed for me later,
"Trixie, you have
divine genius. If all
my support had pro-
portionate ability I
could sway the
Crowds to See Me at Theatres
My Shattered Ideal.
I never studied medicine, as some have imagined, but I know
pretty well what's good for a horse when he's sick. The best thing
is not to do anything to make you sick. An ounce of prevention
is better than a ton of "drenching." Master saw me have the colic
one day. Oh, but I was all pained up like a jack-knife. The next
day Master said: "Trixie, show me how colic makes you feel,"
When I did so he laughed. I couldn't see anything funny about
it, but it seemed to amuse him so I did it every time he asked me
to do so. I imitated the different stages of colic, showing the final
excruciating paroxysms. I groaned and pointed my nose to the
place it hurt worst, I switched my tail between my legs and ex-
pressed my feelings by actions that are plainer than words,
I want to go back and tell you about one of my early day
dreams. Master brought home a bobby-horse one Christmas, The
children all loved it and rode it and poor Trixie was almost for-
gotten, I was jealous and mad. If I had been left alone with
that painted thing I would have kicked its doll face off of its shoul-
ders. I said to myself, "I wish I was a bobby-horse." Because they
all seemed to love it so, I began to pose like the bobby-horse, I
tried to look and act
like the bobby-
horse. But no one
seemed to care for
me and I went away
to my quarters very
much crestfallen and
But all things come
to him that waits. I
had my revenge and
satisfaction. I stayed
away from Master's
family for nearly
Trixie as a Hobby Horse
two weeks. Finally I got lonesome and homesick and without
thinking wandered towards Master's house. I stuck my head into
the woodshed. I was surprised and amazed. There was Mr.
Hobby-horse a physicial wreck. He couldn't be a mental wreck for
he never did have any brains. His legs were broken. He was
scratched and torn and the sawdust and straw stuck out from a
hundred wounds. The chickens had roosted on his back and as I
went in to kick him to pieces I said to myself: "Trixie, never
strike an animal when he's down." Excuse me, I never want to
be a hobb)'-horse. I now rushed over to Master's house and the
children were wild with delight when they saw me again. I was
so happy. And I just thought how foolish I had been to pout
and sulk over an old hobby-horse that has no sense and can't do
anything but stand still and look like a real horse that does stunts
and goes to kindergarten school and learns Delsarte and physical
culture and becomes graceful and handsome and useful and noble
and grand, and entertains the people. Hobby-horse? bah! Not for
Difference in Animal Nature.
There seems to me to be just as miuch difference in animals as
there is in people. In
my colt days I re-
member how Master
brought two spotted
little fawns home
with him. He said
that when they grew
big and strong they
would be elk. Since
then I have heard
men called elk and I
wondered why. They
were big and stately
and fine, but they
Hobby Horse all out of Joint.
did not walk like real elk. Master pvit the fawns into a stall and
asked me to help teach them. Our animal sign languajjje came in
use nicely. Oh, how timid they were! They were not used to
seein}]; people. 1 had an awful tinve to make thcin understand that
they would not he hurt anil that they would have a good home if
they were good. But their wild nature made them doubtful. They
were very fond of water. Master arranged a long chute and
through no other way could they get into the bath. Every day the
chute was raised a little higher and every day they plunged head-
long into the water with greatest delight. "Illxcuse me," I thought ;
"they can have all that fun they want." I could not imderstand
about their high dive until Master showed how proud he was of
their skill and daring as we traveled over the world to delight
the royalty of every nation of promience. The elk told me that
their diving was the greatest sport imaginable. When the elk
were two years old I was astonished to see shrubbery grow on top
of their heads, near their ears. I was alarmed. I supposed that
baby trees were growing into their heads and that in time the roots
of the trees would kill the elk. I was terribly worried until
JVIaster told me that the growth was antlers, used by elk for defense
and offense, and that it was a natural part of the elk. But when he
told me that these horns or antlers fell off every year and new
ones grew in their place, I asked him why. And do you know, he
has never told me why, not even to this day. Master is a very
busy man, as he has
thousands to talk to
every day and he
may have forgotten
my question. I asked
King Rex and Cuba,
for they are the elk I
am talking about, if
they knew why their
antlers grew on new
ever}' year, and they
said they guessed it
was "the nature of
My Travels Abroad.
I am not exactly a globe trotter, but Master has given me a
foreign education and taken me abroad considerably. I shall
never forget my debut at the Crystal Palace, London, and the
pretty compliments given me by the tremendous crowds that came
to see me and vuondered at my exhibition of human knowledge.
Master was pleased and I was proud to be able to delight so many
thousands. We went to the Jardin des Plantes in Berlin and re-
peated our successes there. It was the same everywhere. Men
patted me and stroked my mane and said pretty things, and the
women hugged me and kissed me and acted a little more excited
than I liked. I looked at Master and he looked at me, but didn't
say anything. He seemed to be amused. I just wondered if he
wouldn't have been glad to change places with me.
In all my travels I was never greatly alarmled and frightened
but once. It was at Chicago, when Master took me to Hyde
& Beman's Theatre. We had a date there. It was the old
Iroquois Theatre, that burned with such appalling loss of human
life. Oh, but I was nervous. Master couldn't help noticing my
agitation. He looked worried too. But when I got my cue to go
on I pulled myself together and made a dash for the footlights.
I stood on my hind feet and bowed and courtesied until the whole
audience applauded like thunder. And then Trixie was herself
again. If I could have talked I would have told Master that I was
an actress born and would not lower the dignity of the profession.
When I concluded my act I was surprised to see so many grand
people come behind the scenes to look at me. I guess they imagined
I was a hobby-horse, worked by some strange mechanism. Well,
I imagine they know better now.
They all thought it strange that I could designate colors. That's
easy as kicking a hole in the sky. Say, I want to tell you something
before I forget it. You know I tell the number of people in a row
of seats, the most beautiful woman there, the color of her dress, hat,
etc. And then Master asks how many of the men are good-looking
and I pick up the card marked "o" or naught. Well, Master told
me to do that just to make the people laugh. I don't see anything
funny about it. But then I'm only a horse and I can't understand
everything that's humorous and funny. But just as sure as I am a
hidy I have seen thousands of men that I admired and thought were
fine-looking gentlemen whom I said were "not good-looking" just
because it \vas all in the play.
.//; IiidlspHtahle Uitness.
My Dear Reader, — As a fitting finale to this pleasing brochure
I wish to write that I have read carefully every word Princess
Trixie has said through the happy interpretation of Mr. Geo. L.
Hutchin, who is sponsor for this most interesting w-ork, and I wish
to add that I believe every word is given just as Princess Trixie
tells me many times a day. I know her better, perhaps, than any
living soul, and am able to speak wath authority of her merits.
Beyond cavil Princess Trixie possesses a knowledge that is almost
human. Her understanding is beyond comprehension, as no other
subject of the animal kingdom can perform her wondrous problems.
She does her work unaided and she executes it thoroughly. Her
talent and genius are marvels of art in equine culture. Her style
of work is far different from that of the so-called "trained" horses.
She acts by her own will and understanding.
Princess Trixie has done more for the cause of humane treat-
ment of animals than any man or animal in the world has done.
She is an honorary' member of every Humane Society in Europe
and America. She dearly loves little children and is ver}' fond of
wom/en. Bej'ond peradventure Princess Trixie possesses a knowl-
edge that surpasses all other animals. She is endowed with gifts
that are intended for the betterment of all animals. Her acts and
deeds show us the dumb brute's power of understanding and we
are able to realize that the human family has greatly misjudged,
misunderstood and mistreated that noble animal, man's best friend,
W. H. Barnes.
%l Paul Society for tM Prevention of grueltv
Incorporated Under the Caw$ of the State, march, 1870
ST. PAUL, Minn., April 8, 1905.
MR. W. H. BARNES.
Dear Sir — At the meeting of tlie above Society, held on Saturday,
April 1st, the following resolution was passed:
Resolved, That because of the valuable lesson taught and the gooB
results accomplished by the remarkably educated horse. Princess Trixie,
during her two weeks' exhibition under the auspices of this Society', we,
the St. Paul Society for the Prevention of Crue'lty, do declare her an
Honorary Member of the same and vote her a gold medal properly
inscribed as a further token of our appreciation of her wonderful accomp-
We wish further to express our approval of the methods used by
Mr. Barnes in training and exhibiting Princess Trixie, especially com-
mending the manifest affection existing between them, evidently a result
of the kindness and patience used in her training.
Alice S. Millard,
HIGHEST TRIBUTE FROM PROMINENT THEATRICAL OWNER
Pacific Coast Hmusement Co.
Seattle, Wash., May i, 1905.
Princess Trixie proved by far the highest class attraction I ever
booked through my circuit, and all previous records of attendance were
broken at each house without a single exception.
JOHN W. CONSIDINE, Owner.
Grand Theatre, Vancouver, B. C. Grand Theatre, Tacoma.
Peoples' Theatre, Vancouver, B. C. Star Theatre, Tacoma.
Grand Theatre, Bellingham, Wash. Orpheum Theatre, Seattle.
Beck Theatre, Bellingham, Wash. Star Theatre, Seattle.
Central Theatre, Everett, Wash. Star Theatre, Portland.
Grand Theatre, Victoria, B. C. Grand Theatre, Portland.
Unique Theatre, Astoria, Or. Arcade Theatre, Portland.
Star Theatre, Astoria, Or. Edison Grand, Spokane.
Family Theatre, Butte, Mont.