68 LIFE WITH THE TROTTERS. 



to-day is one that he used to relate with great gusto — how 

 he, in walking alone one cold winter day on the West Side, 

 espied a beautiful terrier dog that seemed to be without an 

 owner. Feeling pity for the animal, "Nosey" reached down, 

 and a moment later the dog had a warm resting place 

 beneath his overcoat. Just then the owner of the animal 

 appeared, and "Nosey," who was unaware that the pup 

 belonged to anybody, was soon engaged in a lively scrap 

 with the man. "I hung on to the pup," he used to say, 

 ' ' as we rolled over on the ground. I downed my man, and 

 got up and ran away, with the log still under my overcoat. 

 When I paused for breath I looked under my coat, but the 

 pup was dead. It seems that I had fallen on him, and he was 

 mashed out as flat as a postage stamp. It was the only fight; 

 that I had won that winter, and the prize was a dead dog 

 that the police would not let me put in the street, and that 

 nobody seemed to want." 



In the Cleveland race May Queen was a long favorite. 

 The track was deep, owing to a good deal of rain having 

 fallen. In working Rarus out before the race, I found that 

 he was about as helpless a horse in that sort of footing as I 

 had ever seen. I made up my mind that he had no chance 

 to win, and that I would simply go along and save my 

 distance. May Queen won easily in straight heats, in 

 2:226i, 2:25i, and 2:27^, "Nosey" Brown and myself 

 having a good race for second money, which Rarus won 

 after a jpretty tight finish. This was my first race with 

 Rams, but the track was so bad that I had no chance to do 

 anything in the race to give me any opinion as to his ability. 

 From there we went to Buffalo where the purse was $3,000, 

 where we again met May Queen and General Garfield, Car- 

 rie being also in the race. A few days before the Buffalo 

 meeting, Mr. Conklin suggested that I take Rarus out, 

 give him some work, and see what I thought of him. I 

 followed his suggestion and drove him the first mile in 

 2:30; the second heat I drove him in 2:22^, and, when I 

 was told how fast he had gone, was very much surprised, as 



