MORVICH 



performance." 



But this folly of men's minds was not known 

 to me then. I had won. I, the cull of the 

 stables. Now they would accord me that re- 

 spect, that love, that care so dear to the racer's 

 heart. So, thought I, prancing back to the 

 stables from my first start, my first victory. 



Instead there was a little self-gratulation on 

 having won, but no material change in their 

 attitude toward me. I was a poor horse in 

 their opinion. My victory merely made it pos- 

 sible to get a little better price for me. For to 

 sell me they still were resolved. And two days 

 later I was sold from the Spreckels' stables to 

 Max Hirsch, an owner and trainer, for $4,500. 



That was a bad time for me. For, look you, 

 m.y friend, one cannot be wounded in his self- 

 respect and take delight in it. Indeed, I moped 

 a bit. Yet hardly had I been moved from one 

 stable to another, there at the Jam^aica track, 

 than I was sold again, without having run a 

 race for my second owner. And this time, too, 



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