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around San Francisco all winter saying tliat I did not dare 

 to beat Goldsmith Maid, and that Budd had control of both 

 horses and a contract on Earns, I being simply driving 

 for him, set up a howl, and said they had been cheated out 

 of theu' money, and that they would stand no such nonsense. 

 They did not proi^ose to let a New Yorker come over there 

 and trick them in that way. They asked the judges to de- 

 clare the money off, and at one time it looked as though 

 they would accomplish their object. The judges, however, 

 after a fair investigation, concluded that the race had been 

 trotted on its merits. They so decided, and declared that 

 the pools must follow the race. A good many peoi:)le had 

 over-played themselves. At this time a Californian could 

 siini^ly put his word in the pool-box, and it was a number 

 of days before Mr. Kenner was able to obtain the money 

 that was won on the race, some of it not being collected 

 until after I left California for the East with my horse. This 

 race probably shook up San Francisco as bad as anything 

 since the last i^revious earthquake. Of course, there was a 

 tremendous howl in the papers, and I think the reporters 

 who wrote it up must have been the most industrious men 

 in the world. Up to then they had always treated me fairly 

 well, but from the time Earns beat Goldsmith Maid until 

 the first edition of their papers came out, they found out 

 more mean things about me than I had been able to learn 

 about myself in a lifetime. They did not blame Mr. Conk- 

 lin nor anyone except myself. They seemed to think that I 

 was the sole promoter of the "felony," ' as they were pleased 

 to term it. A good many of Budd' s friends sympathized 

 with him, and, as they had lost their money, blamed me, for 

 what reason I could never see, as I did not, I am sure, com- 

 IDel them to bet on Goldsmith Maid, and I ahvays supposed 

 until that time that a man had a right to bet on his own 

 horse. Budd, naturally enough, felt very badly. To begin 

 with, he loved Goldsmith Maid as no other man ever loved 

 a horse, and he felt as I or any other man of sentiment 

 would at seeing the favorite animal of his life defeated. I 



