JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE.

The race horse has come, by common consent to represent all that is

graceful and grand in the animal kingdom. The culmination of perfected

strength and speed, courage and intelligence, he stands, nevertheless,

the model of patience, gentleness and forbearance. How wonderful it

seems that in this dumb creature, whose mental gifts, compared to

man’s, are as a clay bed to a bank of violets, yet has he reached,

through the misty channels of mere instinct, a physical perfection and

often a moral excellence which his maker and molder may never attain!

He is amiable in spite of force and desperate races, and often blows

and cruelty; he is gentle, notwithstanding a training tending to make

him a whirlwind of wrath and a tornado of tempests; he is honest in

spite of the dishonesty of those around him and docile and contented

despite the fact that there slumbers within him like sleeping bolts in

a flying cloud the spirit of madness gathered from the nerve granaries

of a long line of unnumbered ancestors.

A regiment with his courage would ride over the guns of a Balaklava;

a state with his honesty would need no criminal laws; give scholars

his patience, and the stars would be their playthings; imbued with

his power of endurance, the weakest nation would tunnel mountains as

a child a sand hill, build cities as a dreamer builds castles, and

shoulder the world with a laugh. To one who sees him as he is, and

loves him for his intrinsic greatness, he is all this and more. Man’s

honest servant, dumb exemplar, truest helper, best friend.

In his master’s hour of recreation, he is the joyful spirit that whirls

him, at the swish of a whip, along the dizzy course where the whistling

winds sing their warning. In his hours of stern reality, when fortunes

hang on his hoof beats and fame stands balanced on the wire that ends

the home-stretch, he is the embodiment of power and dignity, the

champion of might and the god of victory. And finally, in his gentler

moods, he is the faithful servant of the stubble and the plow, the

gentle guardian of the family turn-out, who hauls the laughing children

along the by-ways amid the sweet grasses, where the sunshine and the

zephyrs play. Out from the past, the dim, bloody, shifting past, came

this noble animal, the horse, side by side with man, fighting with

him the battles of progress, bearing with him the burdens of the

centuries. Down the long, hard road, through flint or mire, through

swamp or sand, wherever there has been a footprint, there also will be

seen a hoof-print. They have been one and inseparable, the aim and the

object, the means and the end. And if the time shall ever come, as some

boastingly declare, when the one shall breed away from the other, the

puny relic of a once perfect manhood will not live long enough to trace

the record of it on the tablet of time.

The greatest distinct family of horses that has ever lived is the

Hal family of pacers, a distinctively Tennessee product, originating

in that peculiar geological formation known as the Middle Basin--the

bluegrass region of Tennessee. To understand the greatness of this

family of horses--now known throughout the world, wherever speed and

endurance has a name--it is only necessary to publish the following

table of world-records held by them. These records have all been won

in the last quarter of a century, the remarkable fact being that

before that time these horses lived only for the plow, the saddle

or the wheel, and that nearly all of them are sons and daughters or

descendants of one horse--a roan, known locally as Gibson’s Tom Hal,

from the fact that Capt. Thomas Gibson, a gentleman of the old school,

then living on his estate in Maury County, Tenn., and now the efficient

secretary of the Nashville, Chattanooga & St. Louis Railway Library,

first reclaimed him from obscurity and brought him to the county where

his greatness was recognized.

These world records, the choicest in the harness world, are held

to-day, August, 1905, by the descendants of the old roan pacer:

1. First horse to go a mile in harness in 2 minutes, Star Pointer,

1:59-1/4.

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