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two veterans of the turf and old opponents made their last 

 race upon the road, and in firm alliance ; and, vanquishing 

 their opponents easily, the golden rays of victory lighted 

 up the sunset of their declining day. 



In the following year, Dutchman died in Mr. Janeway's 

 stable. I was sent for the night before he expired, and, on 

 my arrival, found him down, and paralyzed in his hind- 

 quarters from an injury to his spine caused by his struggles 

 when cast in his stall. It was a touching and deplorable 

 sight to see the fine old horse, game to the last, struggling 

 with his fore-legs and raising "his head, unconquered still, 

 but totally helpless in his hind-quarters. At times, he 

 would bend his neck and look round at his haunches, as 

 though to discover why there was no longer power in the 

 hips, thighs, and stifles that had sent him along so many 

 years and never tired. I saw that all feeling in the parts 

 was gone, and that hope of his recovery had gone with it. 

 There was talk about cramp ; but I knew that it was cramp 

 of the " silver cord," and that Dutchman would never rise 

 upon his legs again. He died the next morning ; and then 

 departed one of the best trotters, take him for all in all, 

 that I have known. 



It is rather to be regretted that something definite could 



not have been ascertained in regard to the pedigree of 



Dutchman. He was so fast, so stout, so sound, and so 



determined, that a knowledge of the sources from which he 



■ sprang would have been valuable as well as interesting. 



Since I commenced this work, I have been shown a letter 



from a young man whose father knew where Dutchman was 



bred, and rememberei him as a colt. According to this 



authority, which is vague and uncertain, Dutchman was 



got by an imported thoroughbred horse out of a common 



country , mare. The imported horse had been landed in 



Virginia, and had found his way into the south-west part 



of Pennsylvania. This was what the father of the writer 



of the letter always heard and believed, and told to his son. 

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