The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-08-05
FULLER'S DEXTER Is DEAD.
1FoURNFUL MoNOLOGUE nj TINE coon
HORSES AGED OWNER.

Dexter was the Fine Flower of His Purpose
to Restore to Vermont Her Lost Bnurols
Ut the TrottinE Track by CrosslnE Ham
bletOninn and M~orEnn-The Death Scene.
Lawson N. Fuller's trottinE stallion Dexter
died suddenly at 800 O'Clock yesterday morning
while Mr.. Fuller was driving him over the Via
duct at 155th street. Mr.. Fuller walked to his
home in both street. near Amsterdam avenue.
and sat on the porch all the afternoon receiv-
ing messages Of coincidence. With tears In his
ewes Mr.. Fuller told OF Doxter's good qualities.
Il mourn him almost rs much as l would q
member Of my family. l have not eaten a
morsel Of food since he died. III was now $3.50
o'clock p. MI. My coachman ia also broken
hearted. He learned to love Dexter, and he
has not eaten anything either. Itdl you that
horse knew so much you couldn't scold him.
As long as knew him he never did a wrong
act. He was foaled with mo, and l have driven
him sixteen years-ever since he was two years
old. He has taken moro mon, women and chill
dren around the city Of New York than any
other ten horses In the United States. For
fifteen years people came from Texas. Ken
lucky, Louisiana, Vermont. Maine and Con-
necticut TO get q ride behind him. He
WINS the guide and the instructor Of my
siX-in-hand and eight-in-hand. He led six
in 2:50k. He was in tho team with eight
when they made 3:1Sh. A week after the six
made the record Of 2;50k, people told mo /
could never make II again. but In q private
trial with my man / had the six do 1t In 2;40.
But poor Dextcr's dead, and l doubt II I'll ever
be able to get another horse to do 1t. You sec,
Dexter was the guide of the six. When I'd
shout out, Steady, DeXterl' they would oil
steady up. When I'd say. Come, Dcxtcrl
every horse would spring to the bit.
He was so uniform and guided them to stead
/ ilv that thoro y,a nply N ptnrtnr If n annnnl'a
difference In any of the four quarters. When
ever we'd come to the sharp turn at Fleetwood
he would Just turn his head as II he wanted to
see that everything was all right. When I'd
say. Dexter. look out for your reputation, he
would jump for the bit and l would have to
steady him.
THE children all over the Heights. along the
Harlem River and in the Park all knew him.
They would shout out. Hello. Dcxter!' when
ever we'd go by. He was 80 gentle a woman
could drive him. but when he was on the road.
double or single, four-in-hand or skin hand.
he, was a perfect storm.
The people of my native state, Vermont
S%I%Sys SSnafed taking IL see the thf teom nor Sc s Had !
hand up to Vermont in the fall. l was
going to bring my family along and meant
the Green Mountains Of Vermont. had
planned to stop 9t every large town and show
the most noted in the country. Vermont ut
that time was noted for her fine horses, maple
sugar, handsome women and well-proportioned
men: Kentucky. and California, robbed Yer;
R Wss nn RG5sss TO Of 90 g l Btsk Of %it thG bet sSl9r u s sPdT l
him to the Nermonters.
Twenty years ago l owned the sire Of Dex-
ter, who was the sire. of three, others Of my
sired by old George Wilkes. dam Alice Gray. !
drove him eight years on the road in the height
OF his glory. l never saw q horse trot so fast II
l called on him to do i. The last horse beat
with him before sending him to Vermont was
Commodore vqnderbilt's, Small Hopes. Forty
made up my mind to send him to Yer
horses, saying to myself. iii have q
dozen horses that will beat the world.
1t took me twenty years, but l recovered, gill the
challenge the world to produce six horses to
bent the record of mine. mover knew Dexter
to do a mean thing; l never knew him to at;
tempt to kill a chicken. / know Of hundreds OF
women who will miss him, l think the person
years old. and who has been thousands Of miles
behind that horse. He will be missed. yes he'll
be missed. II there is a horse heaven. helhEo
He dice an ensy, death; It was about 9
o'clock when l started out with DIX m and R Ms
were about half way over the bridge when
Dexter threw his head, up two or three times
and then fell. jumped from the wagon and
pattcd hin, on the neck. l talked kindly to
sdT,ra HG IN r fhs ave his R RsTa HR and I%st to 0s he Re
said, 'Good-by. old gentleman Poor follow. ]
felt like crying oyer him right there. My man
turned his head away. and wiped his eyes
Dexter's body was taken away by the city
fh.Ntanhf ~ UNA ol npnr aud I lnf him Tngf "