94 LIFE WITH THE TEOTTEES. 



the first time I ever heard the remark applied to a horse 

 race: "We have met the enemy, and we are theirs," which 

 was the expression to which my partner gave utterance 

 when I saw him after the deciding heat. In the ra,ce with 

 Rarus at Los Angeles, Goldsmith Maid won, the best time 

 being 2:19. It is needless to remark that Henry McGregor s 

 stock as a trotting-horse driver went up a couple of points, 

 after beating Bodine with Occident, and Rarus with Gold- 

 smith maid, and for all I may know he may still be enjoying 

 the fruits of that victory in increased patronage. 



From Los Angeles we shipped to San Jose, where, on 

 May 12, the Maid again went three heats against Rarus, 

 the time being 2:16^. Then we shipped to Chico, where 

 there was a new and very fine track, and in this race occurred 

 an incident which has always seemed to me one of the most 

 ludicrous that ever occurred in connection with trotting. 

 Among our contingent of side partners was Andy Daniels, 

 then a hale, bright-eyed gentleman, who had been a horse- 

 man, trainer, and owner when I was a boy and used to creep 

 in under the canvas, he having been one of the original 

 party who purchased the mare Princess, that afterward be- 

 came the dam of the stallion Happy Medium, and took her 

 to California, where she trotted so many famous long-dis- 

 tance races. Daniels had buifeted the waves of fortune for 

 many years, sometimes being on the foam- crested billows 

 of prosperity, and again on the rocks of disappointment 

 and adversity; but no shock, however severe, could, for an 

 instant, crush his exuberant spirits, and he was always ready 

 to again put on the gloves with fickle fortune. When we 

 got to Chico there was a great crowd that had come in from 

 the surrounding country to witness the race and the inaugu- 

 ration of the new race-track, which, in those days, in that 

 country, was far more important in their estimation than 

 the dedication of a church. Among them was a wealthy 

 ranchman, and who had never seen any really first-class 

 trotters. Some of the fastest ones in his country were able 

 to step in 2:30, or thereabouts, and he had got it fixed in 



