410 LIFE WITH THE TROTTERS. 



her fast miles did she ever leave her feet. Tlie first time 

 she ever trotted in 2:14, by the way, she went every qnarter 

 in exactly 33^ seconds, which shows what a wonderful mare 

 she was to rate her speed. I could go on and write a long- 

 chapter about what a grand race-mare Goldsmith Maid was, 

 but the public is well aware of that already. In this respect I 

 think she was the greatest trotter that the world has ever 

 seen and there are some very good judges on this point who 

 agree with me perfectly. 



I have told how intelligent the Maid was, and she was 

 also human in other respects, being very fond of certain 

 people and not taking at all to others. Old Charlie, who 

 took care of her for so long a time, and who for one period 

 of five years i)assed only two nights away from her stall, 

 was the one of whom she seemed to think the most and 

 next to him came the little dog that was always with her. 

 But Old Charlie had the first place in the Maid's affections 

 and this was very plainly shown on more than one occasion, 

 when he would be petting the dog and the old mare would 

 notice it. It made her jealous right away and she would 

 turn and run the dog out of the stall, although when 

 Charlie was not around or when he did not pay any partic- 

 ular attention to the dog the Maid seemed to think a great 

 deal of it. They were a great family, that old mare. Old 

 Charlie and the dog, apijarently interested in nothing else 

 in the world but themselves and getting along together as 

 well as you could wish. When it was bedtime Charlie 

 would lie down on his cot in one corner of the stall, his pil- 

 low being a bag containing the mare's morning feed of oats. 

 The Maid would ensconse herself in another corner and 

 somewhere else in the stall the dog would stretch herself 

 out. About live o'clock in the morning 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. I never saw any other horse that displayed half her 



