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account, and he would have to allow me to train him 

 to trot or I would not train him at all. This he re- 

 fused, and came to see me almost every other day for 

 two months, endeavoring to prevail upon me to meet 

 his proposition. Morgan was a very erratic man, and 

 had a peculiar old grey soldier-coat which he wore 

 winter and summer. He, in copious and highly sea- 

 soned lanD:uao:e, would ridicule the idea of trvinor to 

 make Smuggler trot. "Why," he exclaimed, "if you 

 knocked him down with a club he'd get up pacing." It 

 amuses me now to recall how, after Smuggler became 

 famous as a trotter, Morgan would loudly tell how he 

 bred him for a trotter, and how he knew from the first 

 that he would be a great trotter. And I am bound 

 to add that once after Smuggler was defeated Mr. 

 Morgan wrote Colonel Eussell that if he would " buy 

 Marvin a pair of rubber reins he would always have a 

 winner." I trust I have outlived the astute Mr. Mor- 

 gan's suspicion. 



Finally, finding it futile to urge me to train Smug- 

 gler as a pacer, Morgan compromised by giving him to 

 me to train to trot, on condition that if I failed I was 

 to make him pace as fast as he could when he came 

 into my hands, which was not a very heavy contract to 

 assume. Thus it was that Smuggler, obscure and un- 

 known, came into my hands on August 15, 1872, the 

 day he was six years old. I found him a good-looking 

 bay horse, 15.3 in front and 16 hands high behind, with 

 a white rear heel and a star and snip. He was a well- 

 made horse all over, with excellent legs and grand feet. 

 His head was well-shaped, and his broad forehead and 

 rich hazel eyes gave him an expression of great intelli- 

 gence. 



