LIFE WITH THE TROTTERS. 9 



dollars, which I thought was a good deal of money. I don't 

 think there was ever a time that I was more pleased or felt 

 richer than at that moment. This was my first experience 

 in driving a horse against the watch, and since then, with 

 Rarus, the pacer Johnston, and others, I have traveled from 

 the Atlantic to the Pacific and from Minnesota to Kentucky, 

 giving exhibitions of speed with noted animals before au- 

 diences that sometimes numbered fifty thousand, and for a 

 great deal of money, and yet the satisfaction of that morn- 

 ing when I sent Byron around the Buffalo track, hoping he 

 would do what his owner had deemed him capable of, and 

 knowing that the performance, if successful, would be a 

 credit to me, has never been excelled. I have driven Rarus 

 when the shouts of the people could be heard for blocks 

 away, and I have seen him come down the home stretch at 

 Kansas City when the crowd was so great that there was 

 barely a lane through the mass of human beings for the 

 horse to trot. I was excited enough then, and also the first 

 time he beat Goldsmith Maid's record for me, and since then 

 I have experienced the feeling of gratification that comes to 

 a man when he performs some feat in his chosen profession 

 that shows his ability; but for all that, the mile in 2:38f with 

 Byron will always be the, star drive of my early experiences 

 in the sulky. 



When the trotting season was over Mr. Stevenson kindly 

 arranged to send me to school. Number 16, Delaware street, 

 was the educational institution at which I made my debut, 

 and I want to pay tribute right here to Mr. FuUerton, our 

 principal and teacher, for his patience with me, for I am 

 sure that I not only made many a break myself, but also 

 caused other boys who were naturally steadily inclined, to 

 do likewise. 



After three months at school the days of spring came, 

 and I went to work with Mr. William King, who had some 

 colts he wanted jogged. But this was rather slow work for 

 me, and I soon began to pine for the delights of the race- 

 track. On stating the case to Mr. King he agreed with me, 



