38 EVERY MAN HIS OWN TRAINER. 



on the outside.* The shoe was very long, especially on the 

 outside, and had a good heel and toe calk, would say about 

 like a mud calk. Up to this time 2:38f was the best mile I 

 was ever able to drive him and I had worked him a year and 

 a half. The owners had several chances to sell him at a good 

 advance on what he cost, but I urged them to keep him as I 

 thought I could see more in him than he had ever shown us. 

 I used to say to Pendy, " He is not balanced.'' He replied, 

 "Will you ever get him balanced?" I said, " Yes, he will 

 make a trotter yet, and A No. 1," and proved it. Within ten 

 days from the time I got him shod properly he went out and 

 stepped off a mile over the old Messina Springs track in 2:32^ 

 and repeated in 2:27|-. He was always a trotter from that 

 time on and got his share of the money as long as he staid on 

 the turf. When he retired he was credited with a large bank 

 account, and I sold him to Wm, H. Vanderbilt for $10,000, 

 which was a large price in those days. He drove him four 

 years on the road, and never was beaten to a sleigh and very 

 rarely to a wagon. He trotted several times over Fleetwood 

 track to pole in 2:20 — some days on the near and other days 

 on the off side. He was as you see a sort of a go-as-you- 

 please horse when he was once balanced and had confidence 

 that he was not going to hurt himself. When I sold him to 

 Mr. Vanderbilt and was going to hitch with Small Hopes, the 

 greatest pole horse in the world, to show him, he asked me 

 "Which side shall I hitch him on?" I said "Either side; 

 give Small Hopes his side and Lysander Boy will take the 

 other." I tell you this to illustrate my instruction in the first 

 part of this work to learn a colt to work on either side of a 

 pole when breaking him. We hitched them together and Mr. 

 Vanderbilt drove them, and he gave me Arthur Boy, a road 

 horse, to drive single, we went up the road as far as 

 Sibins' across the bridge. Those days the trotting ground 

 was down the grade by Judge Smith's, where the; crowd 

 always stood to see the flj'ers come. When we left Sibins' on 

 our return I started ahead. Vanderbilt overtook me on the 



