178 The American Tborougbbred 



which ecHpses that of the big black one that was 

 foaled right up yonder in Harlem and did all of 

 her racing almost within sight of the New York 

 City Hall. 



She had a thoroughbred sportsman for an 

 owner, and it was his pride always to compel 

 her to keep any engagement which he might 

 make for her. That she would occasionally go 

 out of condition, and that she was sent to the 

 post any number of times when she should have 

 been in the stable, is the tale which the old 

 records tell of her. John C. Stevens would 

 never consent to scratching her when he had 

 promised the public a view of her. 



After her wonderful accomplishment, when she 

 beat Trifle and Lady Relief, she was the most 

 popular racing animal of her day and could draw 

 more people to see her race than anything living. 

 She was literally hammered to death, and her 

 frequent defeats can be ascribed only to the mis- 

 management of her high-spirited owner, who liked 

 it to be known that he never paid forfeit, never 

 allowed a walk-over if a horse in his stable could 

 stand on three legs, and who would always go 

 into a stake or a field to make it up without so 

 much as consulting his trainer. 



