Daily globe., 1882-09-26
GOLDSMITH MAIDS HOME.
The Palatia1 Quarters in Which the Queen
| of the Turf Munches her Fodder.

The Palatial Quarters in Which the Queen
of the Turf Munches her Fodder.
One of the editors of the Ttrf, Field
and Farm has just visited the home OF
Goldsmith Maid and furnishes an exceed
ingly interesting account of it, from which
the following extracts are taken:
Two miles from the railroad station at
Trenton, New Jersey, is Fashion Stud
Farm. The acres number three hundred
and seventy, and the land is fiat and sandy.
Public roads divide the tract, and stream
of water meanders through it. The fields
are small, and they are inclosed by neat
board fences, painted white, and thrifty
with a lavish hand. The stranger, on ar
irving, steps from the carriage to the
piazza of the clubhouse. This is large
structure, which the proprietor, Mr.. Fl. N.
Smith, built for the entertainment of his
friends. 1t is the custom to fill special
car with gentlemen prominent in Wall
street and commercial circles, and provide
for their comfort at the farm from two to
three days at a stretch. The large
reception room of the club house is luxuri-
| ously furnished and adorned by bright pic
lures of racing and hunting scenes, and
| wires run direct to the New York Stock
Exchange. In the second story of the club
house are sleeping rooms, kitchen, and
long dining hall. The working Office ad
| joins the reception room, and back of it is
the spacious carriage room. The colors
used in painting the building
are gray and brown. The stall
ion stables and the training stables are
near the club house, and the arrangement
| is excellent All the roofs are slate, and
the walks are concrete. The ruling colors
are gray and brown. There are IA box
stalls, and Sc paddocks, some large and
| others small. The manure pit is an i'm
mense affair. Its capacity is 5000 tons,
| and cement is laid on the mason work to
render it water-tight. The manure is
wheeled and dumped into the pit every
day. and twelve inches of black muck is
spread on a layer of manure. The whole
is open to the rain, and a liquid is
distilled, which, when applied to the land,
renders it highly fertile. The track is of
sandy loan, and it is little over mile III
circumference. 1t is safe but not fast.
Inside the circuit are three fields, which are
being sown in wheat this fall, with the OBJ
ject of getting them back into grass. The
judges stand is cosy structure painted
red and green. Immediately in front of
the club house is a we'll twenty-one feet
deep and thirty-six feet in circumference,
from which sixty thousand gallons have
been pumped in twenty -four hours. The
water is thrown into tanks on top the
buildings, and then distributed by hydrants
all over the farm. Mr.. Smith has to con-
| tend with two things in breeding. The
land is not well adapted to grazing. The
grass produced by it is light and has fire.
quently to be renewed. The grass defcien-
cy is overcome by artificial means. Winter
grown rye is cut in the spring before it is
in the dough, and fed to the
brood mares and colts. Later in
the season the reliance is upon
young corn fodder. Oats also
are literally fed. The horses are kept in
their boxes during the day and are given
the freedom of the pasture at night. The
firstlvisit, after passing the clubhouse por-
tails, was to the box of Goldsmith Maid.
Our eyes had not rested upon the famous
mare since the memorable race at Hartford
with Smuggler, and we were anxious to re-
new the acquaintance. We found her in
a row which faces the track, and she was
looking with musing eyes through the win
dow upon the circuit. Who knows but
that she was dreaming of the battles of the
past-of the applause which always greeted
her when Doble logged her in front of the
grand stand preliminary to the start. For
several years the neatly clad man and the
trimly-built mare formed one of the strik
ing, one of the sensational pictures of the
country. The sweet idleness, the careless
ness of matron's life, has greatly changed
Goldsmith Maid. She has the gross look
which follows indulgence. The symmet-
| rical 1ipoS dauo1ona1 bu bro ro b,,r; 4
under layers of flesh. The back is a
little shrunken or swayed, and the neck
thicker than it used te be, but the eyes are
bright and the feet good. The legs are re-
markably clean for mare kept at severe
work on the track for so great period OF
time. White hairs have come into the fore
head, are sprinkled over the body and form
prominent spots over the loin and along
the backbone. These are evidences of age
which cannot be mistaken. The foretop is
short. but the tail is flowing. She responds
to the stable name of Mamie. and seems to
recognize old acquaintance. She is i'm
patient of restraint, and likes to get out
side of her box, which she is permitted to
| do every night. She had been rolling on
the soft ground when she turned to greet
| us, and one of her sides was covered with
mud. Charley Cochran, who has passed
his seventy y-second birthday, and who wait
ed upon her when she was queen of the
turf, has been with her at Fashion Stud
Farm ever since she was retired. The old
man requested Mr.. Robret Bonner, who
was eying her closely, to carefully examine
her feet and legs. The owner of the horse
which disputed her crown, which was look
ed upon as her nearest rival, quickly ran
his hand down the near hind
leg and felt of the knot produced
by the suspensory ligament being out of
place. And Charley expatiated:' "When 1
took charge of the Maid in 1873 the knot
was as big as hens egg. I used on it
the yolks of eggs and table salt, also plan
tam leaves and vinegar aud rapidly re-
duced it. During the seven years I was
with her on the turf put bandage of plan
tain leaves and vinegar on the leg every
night on going to bed at nine o'clock, and
when 1 took it off in the morning always
found the limb nice and cool. In this way
I kept the fever down. The little bunch
you see on the left foreleg was caused by
her grabbing her quarter at Fleetwood
park in 1872, and the tendon of the right