Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1874-08-05
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an old family renowned on the turf,
Oden Bowie, whilOm Governor OF Ma
ryland. and the author ( the lntrodue-
ton of the Pennsylvania Railroad 70
the South despite the Old Baltimore
and Ohio mOnODOly.
~Why don't Bowie win racess SAID
a surffnan.
''Oh. the grass Is worn out IN Mary
land. He has a splendid farm there,
in what Is called the Forest, at Buena
Vista. and he and some others are
bringing up that old Commonwealth as
thoroughly as they are reylvinS tine
stock. But as yet they can't compete
with these Jersey, Long Island and
Kentucky steeds.
The people IN the audience know
such men and watch them, and to be
watched by such an audience Is an hon.
OF IN itself. ....
1t was amusing to see Mcdaniel, our
most successful and only self-helping
turfman, creep up the track as the
horses were raging down the quarter
He brings up horse as he
used to bring up a pleanniny'
for in old times he was negro trader.
He pays personal attention to every
animal he raises, living among them as
a trainer at the Saratoga track, and so
attentive and thorough is he, that
noviees are in the habit Of betting on
whatever Mcdaniel runs, believing that
the man viii carry the horse through
There we're but few people On the track,
and it was very heavy, except on the
outer side, that nearest the grand
stand. Upon that side Mcdaniel erept
along. Ike an Indian, except that he
carried an umbrella under his left arm.
In his hand was a cane. HIS straight
white hair, thick and cut evenly all
around as it hung, was in contrast with
his SCARE, Seotchy, red face. Like an
old farmer he seemed, crawling along
Quick TO catch something. The two
forward horses were struggling desper-
ately with each other when from Iar
behind a horse shot IN like an arrow on
that dry side, right by the fence, and
crossed the homestretch.
whats that?" said a hundred
who's that? ?"
Its Willie Burke! By George, old
Mcdaniel wins again.
Looking back we saw the old man,
but a second before stealing on like a
hunter after partridge, gravely, uEln-
terestedly coming down the track at a
limp. his umbrella under his arm.
Mcdaniel is matching his industry
and wits against the vaster monetary
resources of other men. He lives Tor
nothing but the commerce derived from
the training, breeding, selling and run
ming of horses. He has turtman' S
nature. but the work is no recreation
to him. He pursues it as the sailor
pursu.s the sea- -
"He's the tortoise Of the turf, said
Sanders Bruce who has worked elgh-
teen years to make a stud book. "He
wins the races with all the chances
against him. l bought Harry Bassett
for him for three hundred odd dollars,
and he was 50 poor he could not for
some time honor the draft You see
he came out Of that war all used up; no
horses, no money, no prospects. w ell
sir. he won $4,000 on Bassettinprizes,
not bets. The combined stakes carried
off by Bassett, made above $4,000,
besides his bets and the lOng-to- come
product Of that horse in the breeding
stable"