142 LIFE WITH THE TROTTERS. 



In disi30sition, Rarus was a brave horse, not much in- 

 clined to be affectionate, but, at the same time, not a vicious 

 animal. I never saw anyone that he seemed very fond of, 

 except Mr. Conklin, Dave, and the dog Jimmy, without 

 some mention of whom no history of Rarus would 

 be complete. This dog was a Scotch terrier that was 

 presented to me in San Francisco by a fireman when 

 he was a youngster of about two months. I took him 

 to the track and gave him to Dave, who advised that 

 he be put in Rarus' s stable. I cautioned Dave about 

 the pup, as I had seen Rarus make the fur fly from 

 one or two dogs, and told him that he might not have 

 any dog, unless he iDut him in a safe place. In a few days 

 I asked about him, and he told me that Rarus and the dog 

 had got to be great friends. That appeared rather strange 

 to me, as, while I had always treated Rarus very kindly, 

 he was never disposed to make friends with me. Inax)pear- 

 ance this dog was a small, wiiy -haired terrier weighing 

 about fifteen pounds, and possessed of almost human intel- 

 ligence. The admiration and love that this dog and horse 

 had for each other equaled anything that I have ever seen 

 in the human family. Not onh" A\ere they extremely fond 

 of each other, but they showed their affection plainly as did 

 ever a man for a woman. AVe never took any j^ains to 

 teach the dog anj'thing about the horse. Everything he 

 knew came to him by his own patience. From the time I 

 took him to the stable a pup, until I sold Rarus, they were 

 never separated an hour. We once left the dog in the stall 

 while we took the liorse to the blacksmith shop, and when 

 we came back we found he had made havoc with everything 

 there was in there, trying to get out, while the horse, dur- 

 ing the entire journey, was uneasy, restless, and in general 

 acted as bad as the dog did. Dave remarked that he 

 thought we had better keep the horse and dog together after 

 that. When Rarus went to the track to work or trot, the 

 dog would follow Dave around and sit by the gate at his 

 side, watching Rarus wiih as much interest as Dave did. 



