"What that guy don't know about a hoss would fill a book," was his
comment after I had read him the story.
I rather agreed with this opinion and so--here is the book.
THE THOROUGHBRED
Lead him away!--his day is done,
His satin coat and velvet eye
Are dimmed as moonlight in the sun
Is lost upon the sky.
Lead him away!--his rival stands
A calf of shiny gold;
His masters kneel with lifted hands
To this base thing and bold.
Lead him away!--far down the past,
Where sentiment has fled;
But, gentlemen, just at the last,
Drink deep!--_the thoroughbred_!
CONTENTS
I Blister
II Two Ringers
III Wanted--a Rainbow
IV Salvation
V A Tip in Time
VI Tres Jolie
VII Ole Man Sanford
VIII Class
IX Exit Butsy
X The Big Train
ILLUSTRATIONS
"Micky's standin' in the track leanin' against
Hamilton" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
"Tres Jolie!" he shrieked.
"I see the Elefant stamp him."
BLISTER JONES
BLISTER
How my old-young friend "Blister" Jones acquired his remarkable
nickname, I learned one cloudless morning late in June.
Our chairs were tipped against number 84 in the curving line of
box-stalls at Latonia. Down the sweep of whitewashed stalls the upper
doors were yawning wide, and from many of these openings, velvet black
in the sunlight, sleek snaky heads protruded.
My head rested in the center of the lower door of 84.
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