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he was satisfied that Grace Darling would win and put up 

 everything he had on Grace Darling. He sent $2,000 with 

 someone and wagered it with Mr. Ten Broeck. 



As I dismounted, after winning the third and concluding 

 heat, he approached me and in the presence of a large crowd 

 said : 



" You blue-bellied Yankees would rob St. Peter of the 

 throne if Jesus Christ didn't lock it up every night and hide 

 the key." 



" You lost," said I, " because you didn't come back for 

 the third tip. I told you the truth twice and you ought to 

 have trusted me the third time." 



When we returned to Kentucky I left Mr. Ten Broeck 

 and went back to Shy. In the stable of the latter at that 

 time was the afterward famous race horse Doubloon, by imp. 

 Margrave, out of Picayune He was then a two-year old, 

 but he showed evidences of wonderful speed. It was decided 

 to simply jog him along and not put him to the test until he 

 became a three-year old, when his muscles would be hard- 

 ened and his lithe body developed. I exercised him all that 

 season, and when the meeting opened at Lexington the fol- 

 lowing spring I was selected to ride him. The first race we 

 won was the Phoenix Hotel Stakes at mile heats, and he 

 landed both of them easily. The Citizens Stakes was the 

 next race in which he was entered. There he again showed 

 his superiority, and I brought him first under the wire. By 

 this time we realized there was a very great horse in our 

 stable. 



Returning to Louisville, we won the Gait House Stakes 

 without any trouble. Mr. James A. Grinstead, his owner, 

 sold him to William Greer, of Dover, Mason County, Ky., 

 for $1,500. At this time such a horse would have readily 

 brought $100,000. For his new owner Doubloon won many 

 thousands of dollars, but he in turn became doubtful of his 

 lasting qualities and sold him to a Polander named Skiman- 

 sky. The latter showed his wisdom in making the purchase 

 by taking him to New Orleans, where his winnings flowed 

 in a golden stream into the coffers of the foreigner. Doub- 

 loon was never placed in the stud, and died in Missouri 

 about 1865. 



By this time I had become a trainer and formed a part- 



