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the road (meaning the highway between York and 

 White Plains) and I want you to go up and see her. 

 Take her home with you, boy, breedi her to a good 

 young horse, and she'll make your fortune. I've 

 seen many a good mare but the one ^want you to 

 look at tops the lot.' 



''So we hitched up," continued Sutton, *'Young 

 and myself, and drove out a way, just about half- 

 way to White Plains, or maybe a little more than 

 half, to a country road house, and sure enough, in 

 a stall at the rear lay this mare. She could not get 

 up without help, her near fore leg was swollen from 

 the knee clear down to the hoof, and the skin was 

 stretched so it looked like it would burst. But oh! 

 What a mare ! When we went in that stall she lifted 

 her head and looked at us, and I saw at a glance this 

 was no common mare. She had the head, the neck, 

 the eye, the color, finish, everything that the finest 

 blood only can give. 



Turning to Young I said: "What do you know 

 about this mare?" "Well," said he, "I'll tell' you how 

 all this came about. I was down at Union track last 

 fall. There was a race on. A countryman had a 

 young mare there, only a four-year-old, quite a colt. 

 He was from Westchester County — that's all I ever 

 knew about him or his mare. Well, he had her 

 matched against a gelding, a regular old track horse, 

 and old cocker, I forget his name; but, anyway, the 

 match was three in five for $100. 



"Directly I saw the mare come on the track to 

 warm up," continued Young, "she impressed me in a 



