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Moore by Voltigeur. He was a good-looking brown horse, but stood a trifle short 

 on his hinder pasterns. I had him bought for 1,000, but my bankers refused to con- 

 firm the sale, saying that their letter of instructions from my principal (the late Hon. 

 Leonard J. Rose) did not contemplate the purchase of stallions. In the six years 

 that followed, Lochiel headed the list of winning sires no less than four times, though 

 not for any such moneys as Chester and Musket before him, and Trenton after him. 

 His get were chiefly successful in short races. Lochiel was a great turf horse for he 

 won the Australian Cup of 1889 with 124 pounds up, two miles and a quarter; and 

 also the Newmarket Handicap at six furlongs, with 126 pounds in the saddle. It is 

 given to but few horses to acquit themselves so well at entirely antagonistic distances. I 

 could have taken Lochiel to the Blue Grass region of Kentucky and cleared him hand- 

 somely, without over-taxing his virility, in two seasons. But "it was not so to be." 



Outside of Neckersgat and Panic, the best Herod horse they had in that country 

 in the last forty years was another in utero importation named Gozo and pronounced 

 Got-so. He was by Wild Oats (son of Wild Dayrell) out of imported Maltese Cross 

 by Oxford and was described to me as a little chap, on the style of our imported Albion 

 who was small enough for a polo pony. If he ever raced it was not during 5 my 

 visits to the land of the Kangaroo, but he got two brothers named Gaulus and The 

 Grafter out of Industry by Musket. The first of these two won the Melbourne Cup 

 and his brother ran second to him. In the next year The Grafter won with 125 pounds 

 up and, on the strength of these two performances, was sent to England, where he 

 won one or two good-sized stakes. A sense of candor compels me to say that I saw 

 The Grafter in England and he was about the ugliest brute I ever saw on a race track. 



PANIC was one of the greatest of all Herod's descendants. He was by Alarm 

 (son of Venison and winner of the Cambridgeshire at three years and the Emperor 

 of Russia's Cup at four), out of Queen of Beauty by Melbourne, from Birthday by Pan- 

 taloon, from Maid of Honor by Champion, the rest of the pedigree being that of im- 

 ported Leamington and Darebin. Panic was imported from England as a yearling, 

 but got lame and did not start until he had made three seasons in the stud. His 

 owner then started him in the Champion Race at three miles, with 134 pounds up and 

 he won cleverly. His best race horse was little Commotion, of course, but Welling- 

 ton (who also won the Champion and the V. R. C. Derby) was a good deal the best 

 as a sire, especially in the way of jumping races, for he got Busaco, one of the great- 

 est timber-toppers the world has ever seen. Think of a horse winning one race three 

 years consecutively, with 165, 172 and 178 pounds respectively, and that was just what 

 old Busaco did. Panic would have been a great horse had he never gotten anything 

 but Commotion. Wellington lived to a good old age and got many useful horses. I 

 brought one of his daughters (Catherine Wheel) to California in 1891, but she died the 

 property of Mr. J. N. Camden of Versailles, Kentucky, without oroducing a foal in 

 America. Her daughter, Atossa, by Dunlop, is now owned at the Napa Stock Farm 

 by Mr. Adolph B. Spreckels. 



WHICH was the greatest of all Australian sires, did you say? Trenton, as a sire 

 of performers, or course. He headed the list of sires in Australia, six years (or was 

 it seven?) after he had been shipped to England, where he is now voted only fairly 

 good. Had he remained in the Colonies he might have had as many years of pre- 

 miership to his credit as had St. Simon in England, for no other horse within my 

 knowledge has ever had so many eight and nine-year-old horses to win for him on 

 the flat of course as Trenton did. The beautiful old horse with his graceful poise 

 of the neck and his exquisitely sculptured head, will long be one of the many sweet 

 memories of my only visit to Cobham. Not by any means so large a horse as Norden- 

 felt or Hotchkiss, by the same sire, nor so fashionably-bred (from an English point of 

 view) he is a better balanced horse than either and has easily outbred them and all 

 other sons of Musket, the mighty Carbine included. 



