The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-06-12

actly right, so as TO Drlng out all that
he could do at every stage Of the mile.
without pumping him at any state;
now, what do you think would be the
time hung out when he passed the
wire? I can't even guess at it. But
the record would be below two min
utes-maybe good deal below; but,
mind you, I don't attempt to say how
much. Such horse as that may come
along one of these days. and he may
may not get the opportunity he re-
quires. 1t takes hundred things, all
perfect, to make a. worlds record; only
one to make failnre.'
''Will the two-minute trotter carry .
close cross thoroughbred blood when he
comes?"
II don't know that he will carry a
close cross, but believe he will have
strong infusion Of thoroughbred blood
either near or remote. Tabulate the
pedigree of almost any one of our great
est trOtterS and you will find within
four or five generations a large proper
ton of the blood of the race horse. It
gives the f1nensss of fibre that we call
quality; in other words, the greatest
amount of strength with the least
amount of bulk, and it adds to the
nerve force and increases the size Of
the blow pipes thus improving the
capacity to carry great fight Of speed
over distance Of ground. One of the
best illustrations l ever saw of the
value of thoroughbred blood in the trot-
ter was out at the old Chicago Driving
park nearly twenty years ago. Maud S.
was started to beat her record, which
was then 2:11A. The mare was badly
driven and had been still worse trained.
She was in no condition to carry her
speed to the end of the mile and she
tired very badly in the last quarter,
her muscles not having been properly
toned up for such an efforts AS she
turned and came back to the judges
stand after passing the wire hurried
out on the stretch to see what condition
she was in. 1 found her trembling all
over and about as leg-weary as any
horse I ever saw. but she wasn't
breathing hard enough to blow out a
lighted match. 1t struck me very fore
IDLY right then that if q mare having
so much thoroughbred blood as Maud
S. could stand a drive like that when
out OF condition., without distress to
her lungs, then I was right in my be-
lief that the blood Of the race horse
would give us the kind of lungs we
needed in the trotting horse. And I
will say now that after forty years of
experience as a breeder I am firmer
than ever in this belief.
Perhaps 1 wouldn't say that if my
aim as a breeder were merely to pro-
trotters capable of going out and get
ting tin-cup records Of 2:30 or there
a.houts. But 1 would rather raise one
good eampaigner of 2:l9 speed than 100
lineup trotters between 2:25 and $50.
my aim has alwayssbeen to produce
a high rate Of speed combined with
beauty of form. If L got trotter,
wanted one good enough TO win i'm good
company, and if failed to breed win
per every time, as fail, of course, I
must. I wanted still to raise a horse
that would be handsome enough for
gentleman's roadster. Or for park driv
ing. I started out with this object in
more than forty years ago. They were
seven beautiful mares of the Morgan
family. Two Of them, Tida and LIE
Blonde, were by Ethan Allen, then the
fastest stallion on the turf, and one Of
The handsomest and ,purG gated trot-
tiers that ever lived. y! 1 drove these
mares together on the road, and after
ward sold them to Henry N. Smith.
of this city. He used them as brood
mares when he established the Fashion
Stud farm near Trenton. Two of the
best ?, trotters that Smith ever, raised
trace back to these mares Tida IS the
granddam of the California. stallion
granddam of Pixley, 2:oS14. who finish
1880 ~ ~ ~ u s1ssi1 TIIe5s,4cz sZ3It
81, few year;seaagb,s after t. bought
these. Morgan mares saw George M.
atchen trot,a onefIo his great races
against Flora Temple over -on Long
Island. He was not only the festest
stallion Of his day, but a splendid spec
linen of qhorseflesh as well. His dam
was by the thoroughbred horse Head
EN-, son of imported Trustee liked
him so we'll that I bred my inbred
Morgan mare, Mag Addison, to him.
She was by Addison, son Of Hills
Black Hawk, the sire of Ethan Allen.
Her dam was by Sherman Black Hawk,
another son of Hills Black Hawk and
her grandson was the old-time trotter,
Belle of Saratoga, 2:29, daughter of
HIPS Black Hawk. From Mag Addi-
son I raised Hamlin's Patchen- He
was a fine-looking fast horse, and his
blood figures very largely three or four
generations back in nearly all of the
best trotters that have come from Vii
iage Farm About twenty years ago
I went to Kentucky and bought AL
mont Jr., by Almont, out of Maggie
Gaines, by Blood's Black Hawk, a son
of Hills Black Hawk. He suited me
because he was a. show horse as well
as a trotter, and because his dam be-
fore him had been noted priZe-wi1l-
rer in the show ring. I bred the
daughters Ol 1dlIlilH TdlCHeI W Al
mont Jr., and when the FLIES from this
cross came on I went down to Ken
lucky again to buy another stallion.
''That was in 1882. The Wilkes boom
was at it's height then, and all my
friends advised me to buy son Of
George Wilkes. But said: No. they
are not my kind of horses I had seen
George Wilkes trot against Ethan AL
len and others up here on Long Island
before he went 70 .KentllckV and
didn't like him. He was rank gutter,
a plain-looking horse with no style,
and he carried his hind legs like
duck swimming when he was at speed.
He had just one redeeming trait He
would stick to the trot under all cir
cumstances, as though he knew no 9TH
er gait. And his offspring came in all
DR.. Heirs place, near Lexington, saw
Mambrino King, and paid $4,000 for
him. He was by Mambrino Patchen, a
show horse, out of mare by Edwin
Forrest, another show horse, and his
grandam was practically thorough
bred. The commissioners of the French
government had called him the hand
soonest horse in the world, and
thought they were right, so I bought
him. 'Hamlin,' they said, has giveI
$4,000 for a dude horse ten years old
that never got trotter.' It was true
at that time that Mambrino King had
no representatives in the 2:30 list but
I had seen him show 2:25 clip on a
rough country lane without a bit of
preparation, and I felt confident that
his colts would trot fast in due time.
Call him dude horse if you like I
said to the Kentuekians, but I will
come back here some day with one of
his colts and beat allayour Wilkeses.'
And l did. The laugh was on the Ken