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fully served the Maid herself for many years, during 
five of which he was never absent from her stall ex- 
cept for two nights. Goldsmith Maid, like Rarus and 
hike Johnston, the wonderful pacer, had a little dog as 
“companion. ‘They were a great family,” says Mr. 
Doble, “that old mare, Old Charlie, and the dog, — 
apparently interested in nothing else in the world but 
themselves, and getting along together as well as you 
could wish. When it was bed-time Charlie would lie 
down on his cot in one corner of the stall, his pillow 
being a bag containing the mare’s roorning feed of 
oats; the Maid would ensconce herself in another 
corner; and somewhere else in the stall the dog would 
stretch himself out. About five o’clock in the morn- 
ing the Maid would get a little restless and hungry. 
She knew well enough where the oats were, and would 
come over to where Charlie lay sleeping and stick her 
nose under his head, and in this manner wake him, 
and give notice that she wanted to be fed.” 
Goldsmith Maid, after her retirement from the 
track, exhibited a very bad temper, and became noto- 
rious for kicking and biting. She was kept at a stock 
farm in Trenton, New Jersey, and one day, after an 
absence of some years, “Old Charlie” came to see her. 
He was warned not to go near the mare, but neverthe- 
less he entered her paddock. The Maid recognized 
him immediately, neighed with pleasure, and, coming 
up, rubbed her nose against him with every mark of 
affection. At this farm, Goldsmith Maid met her old 
rival, Lucy, and the two venerable mares struck up a 
great intimacy; they became constant companions, 
and repelled with teeth and heels all other equine 
society. 
