TALES OF THE TURF.



early, so he was not broken until last summer). He is by
a game, fast horse out of a game, fast mare, knows
nothing but trot, and I've seen him go fast for a green
horse.
   I have driven him daytime and night, and he never
made a wrong move with me, but a drunken stableman
fell out of the cart in one of his nightly sprees, and the
colt ran home and stood all night in the shafts. I found
him the next morning-the "bum" who drove him I did
not look for. Afterward I drove him repeatedly. Then
when I took sick the new stableman drove him, and he
(the stableman) was sober. The colt jumped, in play, I
suppose, in turning a corner, and the sober stableman fell
out, so my pet Wyokee ran away again to the stable and
waited to be unhitched. He never raised a foot to kick,
nor lost a hair. I had Tom Gallagher drive him since,
and he says he couldn't make him do a wrong thing. But
there is trouble in the "old man's" house. The stableman
is afraid, the household is afraid, and "Benny" is sick, so
the colt has to be sold, I suppose on the theory that he is
surely bound to kill somebody, and my folks want that
somebody to be somebody else-Christian spirit, isn't it
But it is the truth, and I sell him with the chances, after
telling the facts.
   I wouldn't catalogue all this gush for anyone else, be-
cause printing costs-possibly more than Wyokee is worth
-but I'm playing myself a favorite now, and it will be
printed-unless Tipton kills it, which I wouldn't blame
him for doing. I'll agree to say no more about Wyokee,
even if I'm at the sale when he is hammered. As George
Bain says, "You take him like you take your girl-for
better or for worse."



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