164 THE HORSE. 



over the Ceiitreville Course, by Daniel D. Tompkins, beating 

 Rattler, under the saddle. Three-mile heats, 7.59 — 8.09, under 

 the saddle. This match was trotted October 5, 1837. 



It is with disgust and regret, that I record one of those pieces 

 of atrocious cruelty, which disgrace humanity, cast a deserved 

 stigma on the Trotting Turf, and bring all sportsmen more or 

 less into infamous odor with right-thinking men — a long match 

 against time, in which a game and gallant animal was barbar- 

 ously overmarked, forced to continue under distress, and, of 

 course, slauglitered. 



Mischief, by Mount Holly, out of a Messenger mare, was 

 backed by her owner, Mr. Charles Siberg, a livery keeper in 

 i^ew York, to go along the post road froi#Jersey City to tlie 

 Front street bridge in Philadelphia, a distance of ninety miles, 

 more or less — a desperately severe sandy road most of the way — 

 in ten hours. 



At the end of the tenth mile, the mare began scouring, which 

 was, of course, reason enough why she should have been instantly 

 pulled up. It was on the first of July, one of the hottest days 

 ever experienced. I personally remember it well, for I was out 

 woodcock shooting in Orange County, where no game laws then 

 were, and, before twelve o'clock, both dogs and men were so 

 totally beat, that we had to give it up and return to the house. 

 At the end of the eightieth mile, she showed much distress and 

 became very restive, a thing entirely out of her character, but 

 was still kept at it, until when about five and three-quarters of 

 a mile from liome, having an hour and twenty-eight minutes in 

 which to go that distance, her distress had increased to such a 

 degree that it was found necessary to stop her, take her out of 

 harn<*ss, and give her a short rest in a stable. 



'-'• It then hecrnne evident that she had hurst a diminutive 

 Mood-vesseV I quote from the " Spirit oj the Times." " This 

 fact, however, did not excite much alarm^ and no fears were 

 entertained of the successful accomjylishment of the match! " 



Hereupon, by way of relieving her, some person dashed a 

 bucketfuU of cold water over the loins of the mare, profusely 

 perspiring, and of course thoroughly collapsed, and, as any one, 

 not a born fool, would have known must be the result, the mare 

 was dead in ten minutes. 



