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Ranch near Boise City, the fastest race that had been run in Idaho up to that time. 

 He was owned by two men who cared nothing for him save as a gambling machine; 

 and once he broke down and was of no further use to them, they sold him to a cattle 

 man who owned no thoroughbred mares. No wonder that he died in obscurity and 

 that a once noble race of horses ended its days in him. I have heard that there is still 

 a Catton horse in New Zealand but, after considerable research, am unable to find 

 any trace of him whatever. 



And as if the loss of the Emilius Ime was not disaster enough, the other line of 

 Orville blood, through the great Muley, is also extinct, the last horse of that line 

 being an Irish horse called Mount Gifford. America imported two great and worthy 

 sons of Muley Margrave, who won the St. Leger of 1832 and Leviathan who raced 

 in England under the name of Mezereon and won a four-mile race at York. He was 

 imported by James Jackson, of Alabama, who was afterwards the importer of Glencoe, 

 Leviathan was inbred to Beningbrough, the St. Leger winner of 1794, his dam being by 

 Windle and his second dam Virago by Snap, she being the dam of Saltram (also 

 imported here) who won the Derby of 1783. Leviathan got a great many good per- 

 formers but no sires worthy of mention, though his daughters bred well to several 

 stallions and did much towards building up the fame of the immortal Glencoe. Mar- 

 grave's homely head did much to discourage intending patrons of that horse, but he 

 was a magnificent galloper himself and got many excellent performers. His best son 

 was Brown Dick, whose race at three-mile heats, in 1856, stood as the record for that 

 distance for a term of nine years. It is a curious thing that this old hammer-headed 

 Margrave should have had two older sons named Blue Dick and Black Dick. Blue 

 Dick ran against that great 'mare Fashion, on Long Island in 1846 and bolted the 

 track while running ahead and certain to win the race. Black Dick belonged to Col. 

 A. L. Bingaman, of Natchez, Miss., the greatest scholar the South ever produced. 

 Black Dick won a race at two-mile heats and fell dead just after winning the deciding 

 heat. An examination showed that he had died of lockjaw, caused by being "pricked" 

 by the blacksmith who plated him. 



Of late years, no greater native stallion than Spendthrift has ap-peared in all 

 America ; and while he was never first on the list of sires, he was always close up 

 to the file-leader, with an exceptionally fine type of horses to run for him. After his 

 death, two of his sons Kingston and Hastings headed the list in 1900 and 1902 re- 

 spectively, while a third one, the big and beautiful Lamplighter, was well up among 

 the first ten named. Not only that, but his daughters have bred well to a number of 

 sires of entirely different lineage ; and some of the best race horses turned out from 

 the Rancho del Paso, the greatest of all American harems, have been from Spend- 

 thrift's daughters. He was sent to England to run for the Ascot Cup and Cesare- 

 witch, but his wind became affected by that murky climate and he was unable to repeat 

 the triumphs achieved in his native land. Spendthrift changed owners several times 

 after his return to America and finally died, the property of Mr. J. N. Camden, Jr., 

 of the Hartland Stud, near Versailles in Kentucky. He must rank as the best son of 

 imported Australian, though it is hard to say what would have been the history of 

 Waverly (out of imported Cicely Jopson by Weatherbit) had he lived. Spendthrift 

 was a full brother to Miser and Fellowcraft and a brother-in-blood to Wildidle, a 

 capital performer and a good sire, though by no means the equal of Spendthrift. 

 Even if Spendthrift had gotten only Kingston and Lamplighter, they alone would have 

 made him a famous sire. In the language of Henry VIII., he "should have died 

 hereafter." 



England has had no such Matchem stallion as Spendthrift. Barcaldine was her 

 best exponent of that line since the death of Melbourne and while he was a better 

 race-horse than Spendthrift, he never got a premier sire, let alone two such as Kings- 

 ton and Hastings. Barcaldine was never beaten but won 13 consecutive races, in 



