126 MY HORSE; MY LOVE. 



death on the Long Island coast. The old sea-captain 

 believed it to be the Abdallah Arab he had brought 

 over, as no trace of him could he find. The Abdallah 

 had never been broken to harness or the plough, and 

 the fisherman, into v^hose hands it was supposed he 

 had fallen, vexed by his proud spirit, which could 

 brook no such humiliating labor as was required of 

 him, turned him out in disgust rather than be at the 

 trouble and expense of feeding him." 



I have heard it claimed by some Long Island na- 

 tives that the Abdallah who died thus was Abdallah 

 only in name and not in blood ; although he was sup- 

 posed to be the sire of Rysdyk's Hambletonian, 

 whose dam was a Conestoga draught-mare. This 

 horse, Abdallah, it is said, could neither trot nor run, 

 was lazy and vicious, and the fisherman's patience 

 coming to an end, he turned him out to find a living 

 for himself. 



*'The identity of this horse has never been fully 

 established, but it is plain to be seen that any creature 

 turned out on the barren sands of the Long Island 

 coast would have little chance to find a living, and 

 miist inevitably die from lack of both food and 

 water. " 



