ANOTHER BROTHER 



always remember, when placing the dog in front of 

 the horse for intelligence, that we do not take the 

 horse into bed, and into our living rooms ; we do not 

 let them sleep on our sofas and chairs. 



Altogether in that 1898 season in America up to 

 August I rode about 190 winners. Just before I left, 

 in that month, I began to feel tired, extraordinary as 

 it may seem, and I was even thinking of retiring for 

 two or three months in order to go shooting or some- 

 thing of the kind. I had got as far as I could get in 

 the way of riding success and I was longing to achieve 

 something in another walk of life. That was why I 

 wasn't sorry when the message came for me from Lord 

 William and I got permission to sail. A lot of American 

 sports had made up their minds to follow me across 

 in order to back my mounts. Indeed they went by the 

 same ship, and claimed me on board — that is to say, they 

 lost no time in striking up an acquaintance. I didn't 

 own the ship, so I was in no way responsible for 

 what people afterwards called the " American 

 invasion." 



I didn't take Ed. Gaines with me this time, but for 

 a day or so I had an idea of letting my brother Fremont 

 have the trip. However, I altered my mind. He 

 was making his living training a few horses for Mr 

 Fleischman out West and I thought he had better 

 stick to that — for the present at least. I also had it 

 in my mind that he might be developed and get a 

 match on fighting, for he was about the hardest hitting 

 bantam weight I have ever struck. Jimmy Berry, the 

 champion bantam, remembered my poor brother, 

 and used to tell me several times that Fremont had a 

 bigger thump for his weight than nineteen boys out of 

 twenty he had fought. It will be remembered that 

 Berry was some authority : it was he who unfortun- 



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