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times I would work Mm out with a runner, and when we 

 turned around about 150 yards from the judges' stand, 

 Barney would have turned the runner loose at full tilt by 

 the time we reached the wire. In carrying Rarus about he 

 never seemed to be tired. When we went to California and 

 all the other horses would act as though they would like to 

 be in their little beds, Rarus would be up and ready to kick 

 the stall down. He knew as well when the car pulled up 

 to the platform as did one of the boys, and often gave us a 

 good deal of trouble and fear lest he might hurt himseK in 

 charging about. I never knew him to miss a feed of any 

 kind while I had him. His appetite was something won- 

 derful. No matter how long the trip or how hard the race 

 he was always ready for his meals. This was something 

 very remarkable, as few horses go through a serious cam- 

 paign without sometimes losing their appetites. 



