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fully served the Maid herself for many years, during 

 five of which he was never absent from her stall ex- 

 cept for two nights. Goldsmith .Maid, like Rarus and 

 like Johnston, the wonderful pacer, had a little dog as 

 a companion. "They were a great family," says Mr. 

 Doble, " that old mare, Old Charlie, and the dog, — 

 apparently interested in nothing else in the world but 

 themselves, and getting along together as well as you 

 could wish. When it was bed-time Charlie would lie 

 down on his cot in one corner of the stall, his pillow 

 being a bag containing the mare's morning feed of 

 oats ; the Maid would ensconce herself in another 

 corner ; and somewhere else in the stall the dog would 

 stretch himself out. About five o'clock in the morn- 

 ing the Maid would get a little restless and hungry. 

 She knew well enough where the oats were, and would 

 come over to where Charlie lay sleeping and stick her 

 nose under his head, and in this manner wake him, 

 and give notice that she wanted to be fed." 



Goldsmith Maid, after her retirement from the 

 track, exhibited a very bad temper, and became noto- 

 rious for kicking and biting. She was kept at a stock 

 farm in Trenton, New Jersey, and one day, after an 

 absence of some years, " Old Charlie " came to see her. " 

 He was warned not to go near the mare, but neverthe- 

 less he entered her paddock. The Maid recognized 

 him immediately, neighed with pleasure, and, coining 

 up, rubbed her nose against him with every mark of 

 affection. At this farm, Goldsmith Maid met her old 

 rival, Lucy, and the two venerable mares struck up a 

 great intimacy; they became constant companions, 

 and repelled with teeth and heels all other equine 

 society. 



