102 LIGHT HORSES: BREEDS AND MANAGEMENT. 



wider neck, so that through it plenty of air can be pumped to 

 supply the deep capacious chest. His face is fine and intelli- 

 gent so that if a person had to choose a horse by one 

 point he might select a trotter so. He is wide between the 

 eyes. He is rather low in the withers. He has powerful 

 hind-quarters, specially powerful hocks ; these are noticeable 

 as it is therefrom, as initial points, that his great bursts of 

 speed emanate. His motion is peculiar. His hind propellers 

 give one the impression of being thrown inside the line of the 

 front propellers. He must have a straightforward gait, not 

 swinging, which may mean loss of time by curving outward. 

 He has not only to do the distance in a certain time, but he 

 must do it in a certain way. There must be no going off the 

 feet or breaking; all ' hitching/ * skipping,' 'running behind,' 

 is not trotting. A true trotting horse is possessed of nerve, 

 judgment, self-control and determination. The trotter's steady, 

 regular pounding of the turf like the sound of the obsolete 

 paddle-wheel in water when it comes on the ear so syn- 

 chronously and rhythmically, almost blended into one con- 

 tinuous sound, is the sweetest music on earth to the trotting 

 expert. 



" A description of Sunol may not be uninteresting. It has 

 been said of her that it is a ' deuced lucky thing that she has a 

 record.' She would never impress the beholder as being one 

 of the fastest trotters in the world. Looking at the little bay 

 mare, with her apparently heavy head and tucked-up stomach, 

 one could almost persuade oneself that she had * levanted with 

 another's baggage,' and was travelling under false pretences. 

 Her conformation curiously reminds one of the shape of the 

 greyhound. She has the same deep chest; her stomach is 

 drawn up. At least a portion of her head, particularly her 

 ears, suggest the greyhound, while the sloping hips and slender 

 steel-like legs add to the suggestiveness of the picture. 



" It is a grand thing for the trotting queens and kings of 

 these times that they have such a friend as Mr. Robert Bonner. 

 In his stables, at West Fifty-fifth Street, New York, they 



