Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1890-01-17

greatest horse the country ever bred than
If king or queen had kissed it. Then
after little he lifted his head and step
ped length away and said:
"Put pen to paper and write what | do
say, for | will tell you of my race with
Dexter, of the crowd and the feeling: of
how 1t went and how / felt on the day
when the Morgan star went up and the
Hambletonian star stood still in the
heavens"
"Go on" said, "and [ will write it
down AS thou sayest it, word for word"
And standing there in the warm Kansas
sunshine with the old horse in front of
me, | wrote the description of
ETHAN ALIENS GREAT RACE WITH DEN
TER.
"Ihe race grew out of a previous one,
as you know" he began, "and the air
was full of rumor and talk. | had gone
with running mate against Brown
George and mate and beaten him. i'm , 10.
and that set all tongues wagging. Some
said this and some said that as to the
help had received in that race from my
mate. Some said | was actually pulled
along by him, others swore had trotted
square race with traces taut, and others
declared that my running mate actually
hindered me. But the fact was in that
race and will be in all races of that sort.
that every trotting horse gets more hurt
than help from the runner. For while
he may help here and there in pulling
/ the weight behind him, at the same time
he is sure to throw the trotter off his bal
ance now and then, for the movement of
a running horse is very unlike that of a
trotter,-a jumping, .jerky moton-and
differs from the trotter's as does a bird
propelling himself by distinct strokes
from one who sails faster yet with wings
set. think ought to know as much as
anyone about this matter, for was the
first one to trot in this fashion ard in nv
great race with Dexter, of which [ am
telling you, in the second heat of it. |
was several times thrown off my feet by
NY '''ci Oh'V W HIS NiolcHCe, once Dy
his swaying against me at the curve, and
once because he made me mad by his
slowness to respond to my summons to
him to go faster. Yes, | was awful hot
at him for that, can tell you, for he had
twice thrown me into a break and my
blood was like fire in me and Dexter was
pounding away like devil by my side
with that insolent, ugly look in his eve
that intmidated so many horses wher
they colared him, but which only made
me madder.
"Well, the day at last came and | wa:
ready for it. You know how we Nor
gans had been abused and cried down by
the liambletonan clique for years. They
called us handsome, nice little pets.
'spunky roadsters, good half-milt
horses and single heaters, but tina,
we never could stand up and trot rae,
out like the big numbering Messengers
| was eighteen years old and for sixteel
years had been trotting in winter anc
summer, to sleigh and sulky, on goot
roads and poor tracks, and | had neve
seen Messenger or Hambletonian, mall
or female, that feared to meet or hat
cause to fear, if they would give me
driver that knew enough to let me alone
And now had chance to meet thei
great champion Dexter and vindicate m,
speed, and the speed of my tribe who's,
head | was, and | swore that | would
wipe the old score of SANDER and insul
out forever. For had more speed thar
Dexter ever had and | knew it. For
could get to the half in | :04 and brns
the sulky under the wire in 2:l2, if til,
conditions were favorable, and DeXte
couldn't foot it home with me at that gai
and was the happiest horse that eve
breathed when they wheeled me on to tn,
track that day
And the old hero's eyes flashed and hi
nostrils dilated at the recollection of tn,
mighty race.
, "What crowd there was there to SCI
!, us ne resumed, "4O,OOO, they said
, Dexter went out first and what roar o
, sound greeted him | didn't care TO
their cheering for him nor for me whel
ambled on to the track. 1t isn't tn
cheering at the beginning of race, but tn
t wild roar of applause when he sweep
under the wire winner at the close of i
; that great horse loves. That is win
/ for his SOUL | tell you, and | swore
, would drink the cup full to the brim OF
| that day, and did.
| mo, there was no fools work at scor
ing that afternoon. Dexter and knew
: what that race meant to us and our blood
born and unborn, and Doble and Mac,
felt as we felt, and we came to the wir
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