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without making an inquiry, decided that it was my work. 

 Like the giant in the story, they wanted blood, and on 

 their way to Cleveland drew up the plan of attack. James 

 Dustin afterwards told me that the original plan was to 

 wait until an opportunity presented itself and have two 

 or three swipes do the work, but Crawford threw the fat 

 on the fire by making an assault with a cane in front of 

 the grand stand. His friends gathered him up and led 

 him away, while Hickok, the "Counsellor's" chief of staff, 

 turned Alfred S. loose on the track to bring up the reserve, 

 consisting of the rag-tag and bob-tail of creation which 

 always springs to the surface when a disturbance is started 

 on a race track. Like the king in the story, after leading 

 the swipes up to the grand stand, Hickok led them back- 

 again and the war was over. At the request of Colonel 

 Edwards, Secretary Fasig, and a number of other gentle- 

 men who were present, the matter was allowed to blow 

 over. Later on at Lexington, Crawford served notice on 

 a number of turf correspondents to leave town or there 

 would be a funeral. Xo one fled, there were no vacant 

 chairs, and some one put Crawford to bed. The bad man 

 was a bluff. 



In the fall of 1890, when the stakes of the National 

 Association of Trotting Horse Breeders were being de- 

 cided over the Cleveland Driving Park, it was learned 

 that W. G. Pollock had purchased a twenty-acre lot to the 

 south-west of the track and near the quarter pole. In a 

 short time he had a bachelors' hall on a bluff overlooking 

 Doan Brook, which winds from Wade to Gordon Park- 

 before falling into Lake Erie. The old farm house was 

 repaired for John Splan and wife, and a 300-foot training 

 barn built. The place was called Doan Brook Farm, the 

 approach to it at that date being through Apple Tree Lane. 



