thought both the horse and myself were flying. That 

 was the first race in which I had ever driven, and not- 

 withstanding that I have since participated in many 

 of the fastest and most sensational races ever trotted 

 and paced in America, the pride I experienced in win- 

 ning that race yet lingers in my memory as among my 

 greatest triumphs. From Lebanon I went to Mur- 

 freesboro, and won at that place about the same as I 

 had done at Lebanon, and returned home as happy and 

 proud as I imagine a general would be after having 

 won a series of battles. But I was perplexed to know 

 what to do about telling Mr. Fanning of having raced 

 Little Dave, when I reported the result of my trip to 

 him. While I knew him to be a man fond of horses 

 and one that was as fond as any one of riding fast on 

 the road, yet the thought that he was a minister 

 made me feel that he might be offended because, 

 without his knowledge or consent, I had entered and 

 raced one of his horses, as I knew as a general 

 thing that ministers did not indulge in horse racing; 

 but when I frankly told him all I had done he smiled 

 and, although he said nothing, I could see by his looks 

 and actions that he was as proud and happy over the 

 success I had met with as I was. He died that fall or 

 early winter, and, as his family did not care to continue 

 the training of the horses, I returned to my home more 

 determined than ever to succeed in the vocation I had 

 chosen. I did not long remain idle, as some parties 

 near there soon sent me three or four horses to handle, 

 which I trained to the satisfaction of their owners, and 

 this kept me busy for some time. 



It must be remembered that at this time nearly all 

 the horses in that vicinity which showed any speed 

 were natural pacers, and, as there were scarcely any 



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