The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-03-21
NH. BoTNER's STABLE.
Prom the'rurf, Field and Farm,

NH. BOENER's sTABLs. f
From theTur Field and Farn.l
II was a bright afternoon, a day that breathed
of the freshness and mildness Of spring Broad
way was one mass bf gay promenaders. and the
avenue was alive with q crowd less motley better
dressed, and more orderly. Calling at Booths
theater, we were joined by Mr.. Edwin Adams, the
light Of whose genius has burst with such sudden
splendor upon the bewildered metropolis. Pass
up Sixth avenue 10 Twenty seventh street, we
turned TO the left and slowly picked our way
cross town. West Twenty seventh street is not
the most charming place In the world for pro-
menade. The pavement are rough, and generally
DISTRACTED with boxes, barrels, and whole troupes
of ragged children, the latter engaged in bolster
Gus play. Neither are the odors very pleasant in
some quarters, and with good reason, since so
many human beines are buddled together, With
out regard to comfort, in the tenement houses.
But slowly pursuing our way. we crossed Ninth
avenue, and the waters of North river we're In
sight; and fresh was the breeze that came from
the mirror like surface. few steps from the
Avenue. on the south side Of the street, we OBJ
served q brick building, with tin roof aud solid
construction standing back about ten feet from the
regular front. A high and close board fence in
closes the lot and keeps the public at safe distance
The privacy Of the thing excites curiosity and the
stranger is wont TO stop and inquire the character
of the unpretendng structure and closely walled in
lot. When be is told that it Is the stable of Mr..
Robert Bonner, that II Is the home OF Dexter,
that here the Auburn Horse died, and that just
within the gate Grant has complacently smoked
his cigar, IL is natural to suppose that the grat
cation OF first curiosity simply creates an intense
desire to explore the mysterious domain. We rap
ON the oaken door, we hear the holt turned back.
the hinges creak, and we stand face TO face with
one of the trusty grooms. On presenting small
slip OF paper with the single line. Z" Admit Mr.. B.
from the street. As the door slams behind US, q
boy. sstride q horse hooded and covered, comes
round the corner OF the building. The circular
path is made Of tan bark. and as we glance at the
morse, in spite of his disguise, we recognize Ian
tern, twenty years old, but still robust still full Of
fire, and as feet as ever on the road or ON the
track. As he will not be driven to-day, the boy
lie giving him walking exercise. he passes on,
and we enter the stable. The hrst apartment ia
used as q carriage house and sitting room for the
grooms. The walls are orDamented with prints Of
racing and uofting horses, and an equal tempers
ture IL preserved by large stove, the heat regu
lated by .he Thermometer hanging near by. Above
are sleeping Rooms, mows and RrsDsries. On the
LETT is Q row Of wagons OF various build; this ve
bice with the pole sometimes Is drawn by Lady
Palmer and Peerless; that light affair. 30 light
that it appears mere toy, was made for Pocs-
hontas and this strong top wagon standing IN the
middle OF the floor, robe and whip arranged as IL
for drive, is, kept for Dexter. Bot we have not
time TO lnger over these. We pass on u the
second apartment, and. standing in the first
stall on the. right, is chestnut mare with
blood.iike lops. This we know without being
told is Lady Palmer. Those legs were made for
speed: firm 50 steel, and without bemish. In
the adjoining stall 10 the FINEST of shetland ponies
the fastest Animal Of its sizs in the country which
ia the special properly OF one of Mr.. Bouner's
children; and, doubtless, young love sets this
dwarf borse high above even Dexter. In the stall
on the right is the hsndsomest and speediest OF
mnes-Pocahontss, model Of equine beauty. A
rich bay, flowing mare and tail, bloodke body
ard gracefully arched neck, she Ii picture
worthy the study of an artist. You should see
her on Harlan lane responding TO the sharp call
of that clever reinsman, Mr.. David Bonner In
such moment, 70 rapidly fly the feet that they
look like indefinite shadows to the eye, and the
swoop of the swallow is not more full Of grace or
more charged with lightning. The msre is look
ing well, and she will go faster than ever on the
served for Lantern, but In the first box on the left
10 the king Of kings. Dexter. the marvel Of our
time. We were surprised to see him looking so
trim and finn. There is but little surplus flesh
about him saDd TO morrow, SO perfect Is his con.
dition be would make fast race, II the ground
were favorable. As Mr.. Bonner was to drive him
this afterncgn, we stopped to see the harness
thrown on bin, and, as We watched the operation,
we Observer that his owner drives him without
blinds and with plain bar bit covered. -
Adjoining Dexter's box are the comfortable and
roomy qusrters OF the game and handsome mare,
Peerless, Arabian white. and smoothly built as the
steeds of tie desert. Well is she named, for on
this green darth doubt II you can find her peer
H.
when she surveyed Pocahontas, the look said,
'queen befbre you, still am queen. Your fame
has not picked single leaf from my laurel
CROWN nd. if We interpreted the look Alright,
we must admit that the boast is not childish one
that thotgh egotisticsl, it Is an egotism that
spripg s fron royal PRIDE sustained by wonderful
prowess.
In the bsck yard are three large box stalls, and
in one of tIese we found Flatbrsh Maid. rich bay,
growing iniyesrs, bat still looking young and Wig
orous. Bsr eye is bright, her limbs sound, and
to-day perhaps. she Is as fast - she was IN the
more golden period of her life. She II leading q
quiet existbnce, living on her isurels and looking
for ward 10 maternal Late last fall she was
bred TO AIdallsh Star. fiue young stallion, and
il Is believed that she is In foal TO him. II So from
his loins and her womb there should come tr0t-
ter OF iyondrous speed and vitality. Flat.
bush Maid is now sixteen years old, and until the
latter part of February she was rurahzing on the
farm at Hartford.
Bruno. The recent purchase by Mr.. Bonner, has
not yet been brought to the city, 50 we think OF
the Auburn horse with sigh. The game young
Handkerchief. the brother of Brunette. Is stu at
Mr.. Carl burgh's on the Island but when he joins
the glorious constellation on Twenty-seventh
street. then there will be no vacant stall in the
famous stable.