The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-06-17
rYE. WIND AND "A WORKER /? Admiral Deweys First and Last Horse Trade 5 o.o.c.o.c-C"C.0
 

Admiral Dewey swapped horses-oHee'
 If WAS when he was Il commodore ana on duty in Washington. at the Navy Department. His stud then consisted or one little riding mare, Nancy Lee. ne commodore prided himself that she was ..blooded stock" Her sire was Dickehs' the famous four mile runner, and her da,, tbrae-ouarter thoroughbred from Beales stock farm
 Nancy Lee was pretty little mare 10 look at; sorrel. white feet and star on her forehead plenty Of speed ana strength if she was small a singlefooter and pacer; quick and intelligent.
 "Pure thoroughbredr' the commodore used to tell his friends. Not another mare like her in the country. swiftest' easiest gait you ever rode-got recorG- put her on the race track once
 He used to ride out every day along the Pierces Mill read. up the Grant and over through Tennallytown.
 Every friend who passed invariably hailed them, How are you, Commodore? How's Nancy Lee? Nice little mare, she is, Commodore.'
 But one day the Commodore ran up against MT Wallach. He was fheil- her of the Chevy Chase Hunt club and he had chronic case of trading horses
 The story goes that Wallaeh said;
 "shame for you to ride that little mare' Conmodore Your weight. too! She's all right enough as far as she gces' put sbe isn't vour style, don you know. She $ eattine along in years too, and she ought . have a good rest Better trade her off while there's time. Ne got Just tue ,nount for you. Commodore-an eNcelleht .oddler and Il real thoroughbred. W nat was Dickens after all? Could tfot Il l'- 4le maybe, but what stock was ne nat vou want is blooded stock. won oo any harm. Commodore to take looh a. ',ie .addIer I'm sneaking of-just take a look, don't you know. Suppose lheh' "o ii.@iN 414 fl half after tomorrow afternoon that s,,it 1ouo Then you can see for yourself. T l,row vou are a good judge of horses Commodore"
 And Dewey said: Go ahead.
 r.he following afternoon Wallach dls- ,nounted at the Commodores resloencc close in his rear the 'saddier, hooded hlanketed and led by two grooms In livery. ..,,o.,, .ru
 .Now Commodore" said Nallach l Il show you the style of horses | keep He took a roll of paper out ol ms breast breast pocl,et Look at that. Commodore. NO" there's horse you can tfaee o'Sn ~ .'0 yreatest race horses of the world Noih- modore.' ,f,rroa q-bis
 Dewey got q hold on the pedigree. ms aac,arad fine saddler to be kentucky Thoroughbred. sired by Czar Who cap tured the Burlington stakes al reeoiu u of two minutes and six seeohds' alia "iio D won the great West End hahaleap III nse6 son of Mare Antony, dead pro.iel +o Nancy Shanks and own brother to I.adv of Lyons. while his own dam, was I7lue Grass by Blue Ribbon the famous ,,,are in Kentucky. The blood in that horsel There it was down In plack anu vyhitel His breeding could not pc ouPu- cated IT. ,,,as in Dewey was silent for space. lie was Ill a deep study. ,a +oa+,,, .,tIo,s well broke to saddle. Commodore yyallach said ''I broke him myself so ought to know. He can Jump anSthine vou want him to. best hunter III any field and can't be beat on d face-d pi' unsteady going away don't you hho"' buf once he's at speed no horse can stay with him. And with all that, Cohllilouoi e, he's as gentle as a lamb If hes treateu ,sabt hnt. Commodore bad horse to ,nanaqe in green hands. Greatest horse in tbe world Communications at ms pedigreel You don't have To look al HIS nedigree Commodore. look at him com modore. you never saw a horse like that'
 "Rlood will tell,' exclaimed Dewey.
 "It pays to get blood, Commoaore' NO disrespect to the little mare. don you know-but where does she stand along side of him. Commodore2
 Dewey paused He was really fond oI the little mare But she had quarter crack-the blacksmith told him so-whel he first got her She was getting on Ill wears. She was undersized-for him now adays-and then-she mad ohlV one "'- restor,
 "She aint in it. Wallach. and that The truth" Dewey fingered the pedigree
 Now. look here Commodore tell you what Tn do" Wallach continued. "l don believe in robbing man. I'll let you nave this horse cheap I'll let him go Tor Sa'' and the little mare thrown in. She'll have il good home Commodore; you need never to worry about her. I'll take her right ont to my farm, give orders never to have her ridden She can take il easy the rest of her days roll in the pasture ana 1eeo off the fat of the land
 So they called it square
 Dewey bought a silver curb and yellow noartinealo for the new favorite. No doup' ehout it the saddler was good color and n thoroughbred looking mount-the brol h. or officers to a man agreed ta that. lhl only trouble with him was his gait. That inspired profanity. But Dewey bore It nke 2 hero. like an officer and gentleman for consolation dieested the pedigree; TOT comfort thought on Nancy Lees eood time out in pasture.
 By and By the inevitable happened!
 The Commodore observed his new mourn to have, among many plebelan hablts' q curious tendency to bolt for Il certalf gate that led to a little red barn on tine Tennallytown pike. just above the ole Nourse place Arriving at this gate the animal invariably baked and only dlli' gent use of crop and spur could make hiH jog along again.
 A mystery il was. and mystery II re- mained until the fourth day or the slXtn month of the new favorites reign.
 On the day and date thereof, Emperor lost a shoe-on the Tennallytown pike Near the dangerous locality
 Dewey halted at DuValfs shop.
 Duval tells the story.
 "Whv. hello, Sam. old boy. I hardly knew you'' he said as he patted Dewey g horse.
 The Commodore turned sharp right about.
 ''Fyer see this horse before?' he asked.
 Well. I reckon" returned Duvall, "as many times az I've put shoes on him! Whoa there. Sam, l know your dirty trcks-quit that ldcking-whoa, l tell