Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1847-08-14
From the Baltimore Western Continent.
COUSIN PETE'S HORSE RACE.
BY MAJOR JONES, OF rINEvILLE, GA.

JCNSTIdStttl iOOl dUOut UOTstS as SOuSlu IGte
You know theirs some people who don't
know anything else but horse.knowledge,
and don't know any other kind of history
but horse history. Well, that's the way
with Cousin Pete. Unkle Josh sent him
down to Augusty to the Doctor Factry
what they've got thar-and which may be
sed to be the beginning of domestic manu-
features in Georgy-to try to make doc.
tor of him. But it was all no use. When
he cum back, the only kind Of anatomy he
knowed anything about was TO tell the
good pints in horse, and his Histology only
enabled him 10 tell one horse from another
thout KNOWN Their names. He was a mon.
strous site nearer a horse doctor than
medical doctor, and understood curin the
distemper the bots, and such horse ailments,
great deal better than he did prescribin
for the fever n ager. He never red no
other book but the Turf Register" and
din't take no other paper but the spirit of
the Times" and when he went to see the
gals, all he had to talk about was horses,
and if he could git em TO listen to him, he
would give 'em the peddygrees Of all the,
great race.horses in the country, from their
dams clear back to Their everlasin great
great great great grand dams.
He always had two or three of Unkle
Josh's horses in trainin, and evry now and
then he was tradin one of 'em off for a
blood racer to some Yankee pedlar or other
when he never missed gettin cheated all
to pieces. Unkle Josh used to raise muss
about his horse trades some times, but Pete
was termined to have a crack nag, as he
called 'em, and every man that passed
through town was certain to get banter
for a trade, if his horse had any pints
about him, which Pete was always the fust
one to discover.
One day, shure enough, he jumped up a
real Eclipse, regular crack nag The man
was takin him to New Orleans, and didn't
want to part with him, as he was entered
for the great fall Sweep stakes. But Pete
was bound TO have the horse, lift cost him all
the money and horses he could raise. Two
of Unkle Josh's best horses, and three hun
dred dollars in cash, was the mans lowest
notch, and Pete closed the bargain. The
man left Pineville the next day, and Pete
was the owner of racer, a crack nag
real Eclipse, with a string of dams long
enuff' to dam all the horse flesh in Chrsten-
dom. He was so completely tuck up with
his bargain, that he didn't talk of nothin
else but his thoroughbred crack nag for
more'n month, and two or three times a
day old Saul had TO carry it all round Town
to exercise it. Pete had two or three of
Aunt Mahaly's best blankets and sheets cul
up to make professional garments for his
racer, and you may depend it cut a swell
bout PinevilIe, kivered all over up to the
very ears, and its eyes lookin out through
two holes bound round with red flannel.
Every body was quizin him about his
racer; but he didn't care much what mos
Of 'em said, cause he know'd they WASH
no Judge Of horses.
"What upon yeath is you gwine TO dc
with that creeter, Doctor!" ses Mr.. Mont
gomsry to Pete one day.
"Why, Mr.. Montgomery" ses Pete
chats one of the finest blooded horses ir
all Georgia real genewine Eclipse. by ;
Timolem colt. whose dam was a"
"WelI. WELL" ses the old gentleman, "wha
of all that. What's the animal good for
Doctor-that's the question:"
"Why, he's-I can tell you-He car
beat any horse in Georgy."
AT WHAT" SEES Mr.. Montgomery.
' "Runnin mile heats" ses Pete.
"Well, what's heats good for?" ses tn,
old man.
"Why," ses Pete" TO show the blood o
the horse"
"Well, what's the good of his blood, i
he amt good for nothin but to run heas!"
"a heapp ses Pete. THE fact is, Mr.
1 Montgomery, I see you don't know mncI
, bout horses. Spose, now, was to hive
patient three miles off, what was gwine t
, dy if didn't get to him in ten minutes
. wouldn't my horse be worth somethin!
then!"
"Indeed, | don't think it or its master ei
! Their would be worth much to a man in tina
;. situation" ses Mr.. Montgomery. "On
! would do him bout as much good as tothel
/ if you fool away so much Of your tim
q with horses This keepin of race horses
a monslrous poor business. DR.. Jones. II
more degeneratin TO the character of me
e than it is improvin TO the blood Of horse:
n and whenever see young man getti
a SIGH foolish notions in his he'd, ! can't hel
a but think of the piece of poetry what re
e in the newspapers when l was boy
h "John ran SO long and ran so fast
e No wonder he ran out at last
r He ran in debt and then 10 pay,
= He disanced all and ran away"
"lfyou'll take my advice, you'll"
But Pete was so oudacious mad that
! didn't stop to hear him ont. Away he wei
down to Mr.. Harleys store. whar Their Wa
o a lot of the boys lookin at his racer, VIII;
\ S,ul ,yos leadin about in its blanket