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of weight — my good friend Jim Clark was one of them and 

 he was sincere about it, so were all the rest. The case had 

 me puzzled because the little fellow had sometimes shifted 

 to the pace in his trotting races and that made it look easy 

 to convert him. One night as I lay in bed I heard the rain 

 pattering on the roof and I said to myself that the track would 

 be hea\y the next day and I would try an experiment. 



"I will take him to the shop, pull his shoes and work him 

 barefooted. And I did. I shortened his toes up all round 

 and went out with no shoes and no check and he was a pacer 

 right then. After that I shod him with 3 ounce running 

 horse shoes all round, his toes as short as I could get them; 

 no boots and his head carried the same as when he trotted. 

 You never could fool with his head. He wanted to go with- 

 out any rigging and a heavy-handed man could not drive him 

 at all because just as soon as he was taken hold of he began 

 to mix in his gait. 



"No tougher horse, I mean no more enduring horse, was 

 ever raced. Why did he fail as a pacer? Just simply this: 

 He's got too much brains — he did not like it; he said: 'I've 

 paced as far as I'm going to pace' and he passed the gait 

 up. I have said he was a funny horse. That is not quite 

 right. He was a great horse. I think my wife is the 

 greatest woman in the world, but I get along with her by 

 letting her have her own way. That taught me how to devel- 

 op Prince Loree. I found that I could get him to do things 

 by letting him have his own way in certain other things. So 

 when he decided to quit pacing I let him have his own wav. 



"I expected great things of him in the mile at Lexington 

 where he took his best pacing record but the day after the 

 race he was seriously sick of distemper so he could not have 

 been in condition to do even as much as he did. To get him 

 ready for that effort I worked him some miles at North Ran- 

 dall in 2:031/2 to 2:04 and one, only, in 2:003/4. Then I 

 shipped him to Syracuse to give him a fair mile and he 

 paced in 2:0214. Then I sent him to Columbus and there I 

 worked him a mile in two minutes, going around a lot of 

 other horses and the track harrow and I figured that he 

 would go a mile at Lexington as fast as any pacer had ever 



