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was for the reason that his owner, Major Campbell 

 Brown, of Sprlnghill, was partial to the pacer, and let 

 him spend nuptial hours with mares of pacing descent. 

 Campbell Brown was a cultivated gentleman, of 

 highly nervous organization, and I shall always re- 

 member the last night I spent in his house. Mr. 

 Robert Bonner, who was with me, wanted to take 

 an early train for Nashville, and, after a long night 

 in discussing the horse, and affairs of the Church, 

 we were up before dawn and caught the train which 

 was kindly stopped for us. When the financial de- 

 pression struck Tennessee, as well as other sections 

 of the country, the fortunes of many breeders were 

 impaired, and Campbell Brown died a violent death. 

 Mr. A. H. Robinson is one of the few of the group 

 of trotting-horse breeders that I used to meet at 

 West Side and Cumberland Parks, who is still in 

 the business. The Hermitage Stud has passed away, 

 and so have the breeding establishments of Fogg, 

 Reynolds, and Douglass. The grass of Tennessee 

 is sweet, but not so nutritious as that of the Blue 

 Grass region of Kentucky, and this added something 

 to the handicap. The trees blossom and the birds 

 nest earlier In Tennessee than in Kentucky, and 

 spring there is full of fragrance and hope, but the 

 ride from Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, and New 

 York to Nashville Is longer than to Lexington, and 

 horse lovers hesitate to take it when the attractions 

 are somewhat weak. If the trotting-horse breeders 

 of Tennessee had continued as they began when 



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