The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-10-02
OF the Brooklyn sunday sun.
Adirondack Murray,s Horses.

GUILroRD POINT, Conn. Sept. II.
A delightful ride of about four miles from
the town brought us to what was one of the
old-fashioned houses of this section, which
has been slightly modernized outside, but
inside no change has been allowed. There
stands the old punch bowl, with its bounte-
Gus ladle, the open fireplace, brass fender
and irons, all bright, and Mrs. Murray, n
dark burnette, with large eyes and larger
hospitality, making our little party of ladies'
and gentlemen welcome and at home. Mr..
Murray, says she, is in his study in the
barn, and "will see you presently
Soon he came out, and after little chat
about the old place he took us out to his
deer park, and started up flock of half a
dezen, who seemed only little less wild
than in the pine woods of Maine. from where
they had been taken.
Then over to his fish pond, for Mr.. Muir
ray has done something besides inspiring II
love for the culture and training of fine
horses in Connecticut. He, with others,
has been at work to stock the streams of
the state with several valuable varieties of
fish, and he has fine "black bass" in his
pond with other kinds, from which his table
is well supplied.
1t was not long, however, before he
brought the party, ladies and all, around to
the stables.
The first colt we saw belonged to Mr..
Murray, two years old, gentle and playful
as a differentiated at $4,000
In another stable near by was another,
valued at $4,000. Then he took us over to
see his ''perfect horse
Mr.. Murray says he is not perfect, but
if his neck was two inches longer he thinks
he would be--nearly so. This is the horse
from which the picture was made in his
work on the horse. A few days before we
were there they brought him check for
this horse signed and filled out TOR $4,000
but it would take three times that amount
to get this horse away from the Boston
preacher.
Mr. Murray handled and trained all these
horses himself, and they seemed to love him,
and obey him, ard caress him, as if they
knew he was their best friend.
Live Oak had been driven hard, and was
not in trim to be seen, but he took us over
to another stable and led out the most beau
tiful horse | ever saw, called Star of the
South, and English racer, kind as child
and more easily managed; but such golden
gloss, and such a movement, such perfect
grace in action, ease in motion, such a car
riage, never saw on hoofs before.
Mr. Murray adds that horse can be
trained and driven so as to hide its defects.
So, he says, in order to determine whether
or not the animal is perfect in movement,
he must be turned loose, and then, if he has
defects, he will show them.
So, one after another, these horses, after
being shown to the party, were turned loose
to run at will within an enclosure of two
acres or such matter, and just here was
the point where we had an exhibition not
only of the horses but of the Boston preach
err himself
He stood in the centre of the field bare
headed, broad-browed, and broad-shoulder-
ed. with profusion oc black hair slightly
. tinged with graz, straight and erect as an
Indian, jockey velvet coat-a slight riding
whip, with which he controlled the move
ments of the horses-tanned slightly, his
eye full, and his whole being kindled to a
glow, the horse and his master both in the
very prime Of life, the one looking scarcely
less in power and beauty and expression
than the other. 1t was worth trip to
Guilford to see this splendid impromptu ex-
hibition of beauty and skill.
Tom Patchen was the last one of the fast
horses we were shown, and Mr.. Murray told
the party in quiet, modest way, that he
chad never asked anything of Tom Patch
en-" He was perfectly kind, and gentle
and willing. In fact, all the stud, compris-
ing some thirty or forty stations, brood
mares, and colts, were gentle and kind ;
not one of them had ever been struck with
whip since he had owned them. But Tom
Paichen was fast. He did not know how
fast he had never dared to let him go as
fast as he could. lie had never asked any
thing of Tom Patchen; he only held on to
him, and let him go as ''fast as he dare and
not throw the spokes out of the tire and
bulbs" That is the only test that has ever
been put on Tom Patchen, and Tom seemed
to understand just what was being said.