216 LIFE WITH THE TROTTERS. 



lie would take the balance. When it came night we had 

 the money. Slow Go won two heats, but as he was a trille 

 out of sorts Prince hung on a little the longest and won the 

 race. Pettit insists to this day that Glidden and I rather 

 double-banked liim, but Gus alloAved that as long as we got 

 the money we could afford to let Pettit have his say about 

 the race. 



Prince was a dead game horse; he could have gone two 

 miles well, and although he had the misfortune to be blind 

 he was one of the best race-horses of his speed I ever drove. 

 He was a good scorer, very steady, and a hrst-class finisher. 

 His infirmity appeared to make all his other senses more 

 acute. He seemed to know that he was blind, realized the 

 fact, and left everything entirely to the driver, and I noticed 

 that in shipping him about in the cars all the other horses 

 took a great deal of interest in this blind one, ahd as I 

 watched them I thought that perhaps they realized the fact 

 of his being sightless. If you left Prince alone in the field 

 he would not stir until you went for him, being apparently 

 afraid to take a step on his own responsibility. If after 

 trotting a severe heat, you took the harness off him he 

 would lie down and roll exactly like a mule after a hard 

 day's work, get up and shake himself, and seem ready to 

 go at it again. In connection with Prince, it may be said 

 that the boy that took care of him was a character. He 

 was so plain and homely in appearance that the other boys 

 called him ''Danger," which nickname he carried to his 

 grave. Prince became as fond of "Danger" as a dog 

 would of its master. I think they were the best assorted 

 pair, horse and man, that ever I saw. 



Inasmuch as I drove the runner with Maud S. when she 

 made her greatest effort, and succeeded in beating not only 

 the whole world but her own record, I feel that it will not 

 be out of place for me to give what I know will interest the 

 readers— a short sketch of this mare as I have seen her from 

 my standpoint. The public is already well informed about 

 the history of Maud S., and I will confine myself strictly to 



