The San Francisco call., 1905-08-27

wares had nevertheless managed TO set
out. During the progress OF lunch the
talk naturally drifted to horses, and
trainer c. w. Carroll, a man well known
to the profession but perhaps not So
widely known TO outsiders as Mr.. BerryY
delivered himself of a sentiment which
upsets a good many pet horse theories.
Apropos of a runaway in the neighbor-
hood Mr.. Carroll said: You may think
you know horse. You may eat with
him. sleep with him and talk with him.
II you wish: but you can't for all that
get such control over horse that you
can tell what he is going TO do In
pinch You may think you know him.
but you don't" Which. guess. Is large
ly true, not that / know much about
horses.
After luncheon we are shown through
the farm house.. fitted and furnished
perhaps as eiaborately and vet with as
quiet elegance as any club house or pri-
vate residence In the State. The main
drawing room. a large. well lighted room.
cost in the oak fittings alone $4,000.
heard some of the other figures. but not
having mind that can comprehend any
thing over a twenty. and seldom has an
opportunity to comprehend that for
very extended while, I confess they have
faded from my recollection.
I'VE breed. for size. quality. bone and
conformation Mr.. Berry is saying as we
stroll around after luncheon smoking Mr.
Berry's cigars. LAS said before. il takes
time and patience aud care. This Is the
stallion barn."
Solitaire II and Marius II were led out
fine. clean cut. absolutely handsome and
magnetic looking brutes- Some way the
figure OF the two fellows in the book
came back to me. No chance generation
could have produced those virile, glossy,
perfectly nodded figures.
We were passing through a small pad
dock where a mare and her foal are rub
bing noses That never fails to be a
touching picture. and even Manager Ber-
ry. to whom it must be an old picture.
pauses while he says. with touch srf
pride: THAT is Monrovia. dam of Ac9k
lta. She was a triple Oaks winner"
A famous animal in her day. now hap
PLY quartered upon this big farm. where
mares and their progeny are treated with
the consideration of mothers and babes:
contentedly rubbing noses with her little
offspring; telling her many tricks OF the
track, maybe: coaching her up to the
time when she. too. will go against the
barrier for the honor of her dam and her
sire and her stable.
AS we pass by she stretches her thin.
sleek neck out affectionately. and we
stroke her glossy skin. while the long
legged. frolicsome little Ally scamperS
skittishIy away. 1t was almost human
So from place to place we go. through
the green and glowing beauty of the corn
and the alfalfa, to the paddocks. where
the foals are being fed. Here the mares
are shut out by bars. just low enough TO
prevent them entering and just high
enough for the-little foals to get under.
Then on over to the half-ufle racetrack.
where Bonner is putting promising
maiden through her PAGES Then we
stumble upon a little orchard. where
there IS fresh frult-and fresh fruit right
of the tree is a rarebit for the man fed
from the week-old fruit of the stalls
Over all. the glorious climate Of the Napa
Valley-the climate that makes veter-
mary at this farm an anomaly.
The afternoon whiles away and the
train whistles family in the distance. The
smart little trap is brought around and
we are of But the last thing OF all. and
the one memory OF all that stands out
the most clear. is the picture of Monrovia
rubbing noses peacefully with her little
foaI.