Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1892-03-11

so, which occurred at Glover Bottom, af-
ter the race of Doublehead and Expecta-
ton, illustrating his maxim that rash
ness sometimes is policy, and then am
rash.' After the race said he, Il went
to the stable to see the old horse cooled
Off tt was near the proprietor's dwell
ling), and about dusk | observed Patton
Anderson approaching in brisk walk,
pursued by a crowd of excited men, with
several Of whom | was aware he had an
old feud. | was bound to make common
cause with Patton, and knew that unless
l could check them, we should both be
roughly handled. l met them at the
stile, and protested against their course
as unmanly, and pledged myself that
Patton would meet any one of them at
sunrise the next morning, thus delaying
them until Patton had passed into the
house. But the leaders of the crowd
swore they intended to kill him, and
saw that there remained but one chance
for us, and that was to bluff them off. |
knew they had no cause of quarrel with
me, and that they supposed | was arm
ed putting my hand behind me into my
coat pocket, opened tin tobacco box,
my only weapon, and said, 81 will shoot
dead the first man who attempts to cross
that fence" and as their leader placed his
foot on the first step, raised my arm
and closed the box with click very like
the cooking of pistol, Git was so dark
they could not distinguish what held
in my hand), and, sir, they scrambled
like flock of deer. knew there were
men in that crowd who were not afraid
to meet me or any other man, but, Mr..
Van Buren,, no man is willing to take
the chance of being killed by an acct
dental shot in the dark am aware
that Mr.. Parton, in his Life of General
Jackson, represents this tobacco-box ex-
plot as occurring in the daytime, at
long dinner-table on the race-course,
General Jackson on the top of the table,
'striding at tremendous pace to the res
cue of Patton Anderson, wading knee
deep in dinner"
The horses mentioned by Colonel Pey-
ton in the foregoing sketch, as being
trained by General Jackson at Washing
ton, in the middle of the last of the two
terms that he served the country as pres
ident, were the very last eyer trained by
him, that we have any account of. To
the filly Bolivia | think he gives an err
roneus pedigree. She was more like ly
by Bolivar, Ga son of Tennessee Oscar,
and out of a mare by Constitution, a half
sister to Lady Nashville, also mentioned
by Colonel Peyton. From the day Jack
son entered the turf, his career was re-
markable for its success. Indeed, his
life in every possible aspect, and from
every standpoint, was brilliant success.
AS turfman, a lawyer, Judge, repre-
sentative, senator, in the tente field. and
in the private walks of life, he was a
leader. marked and distinguished as
such. He never followed the lead of
any man or anything. His convictions
his temper too quick, his disposition too
lmpulsive to allow him to follow others.
He was born leader of his race. In the
lead he was useful. He had the iudg-
ment, Will and enterprise to make him
so. As follower he was worthless to
himself, his country and his kind.
In civil life he had but a single defeat,
that of 1924, for the presidency. The
annals of his military life fail to record
for him single defeat, when he was in
command. Upon the turf he never met
conquerer, except Berry Williams,
Monkey Simon, and IIanie's Maria, and
it took the combined three to accomplish
what so many fought for.
General jackson. in civil and military
life, and upon the turf, was shining
mark. lie was prominent. distinguish
ed, conspicuous, and many were the COM
petitors for the laurels that wreathed
the bright chaplet of his fame. They
were thick and beset his path at every
turn. They threw barriers in his way
that to most men would have seemed in
surmouDtable; and yet they were
trampled down by his giant will and
bold, impetuous attacks, as straws give
way to the defiant hoof of the proud
courser. Berry Williams knew this full
we'll. He understood General jackson,
and understood him WELL No man knew
him better. He had met him in the pri-
vate circles at his hospitable home, at
the Hermitage, there broke his bread and
partook of his generous friendship. He
followed him to the tented field, and
met him when in deadly strife with
the red man, the wild and relentless saw
age. There he was one of his supports,
and rejoced at his success, for the sue
cess of Jackson was the glory and pros
perity of his country and the patriotic
heart of Berry Williams beat responsive
to the country he loved as sincerely as