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he was apparently wild from the loss of his old gray friend, 

 he refused to eat, thrashed around in his stall, and made 

 things uncomfortable generally. 



They took him back to the owner, and when he was again 

 turned in with the gray horse he seemed perfectly satisfied 

 and quiet. They thereupon concluded to return him to the 

 trainer, and send his old gray chum with him for company, 

 and ever afterward the two were not separated. When Bay 

 showed speed enough to waiTant his being entered through 

 the circuit the old gray gelding had to be shipped in the 

 same car. When they went to the race track with Bay the 

 gray had to be taken along and kept at the cooling-out 

 ground where Bay could see him while they were cooling 

 him out between heats. The nearest to this attachment that 

 I ever saw shown in a horse, was the love of Jim the dog, 

 and Earns. People often say that horses cannot think — 

 well, maybe they can't, but just such things as the incident 

 related make me positive that horses are as near human as 

 anything can be without the ability to think. The talent 

 thinldng that Bay was not being driven by an expert, in- 

 duced Mr. Doble to get up behind him. It came to a battle 

 between myself and Planter on one side, and Budd with Bay 

 on the other, with the old gray horse thrown in for company. 

 I learned something about Budd that day that I have not 

 forgotten. I had heard people say that Budd drove well if 

 he had the best horse but they didn't believe that in a 

 tight race he would be dead game. In this fight between 

 Planter and Bay it came down to the deciding heat, and as 

 we were going down the back side of t]ie track, head and 

 head, Budd's horse broke. In every other heat where he had 

 broken I had beaten Bay easily, and of course when he 

 made this break I thought the heat was over, but such was 

 not the case. Budd never let go his hold and caught his 

 horse on a trot without even having lost his position. I 

 immediately climbed out on Planter s back and everything 

 I had ever heard about hustling a horse I practiced on him 

 right there. They came to the three-quarter pole in Just 



