Vermont Phoenix, April 27, 1838. Yeah, I’d say that horse was blooded but good.
I am reminded of my wife’s great-uncle, who regularly invited young girls to come and see where the horse bit him. (He would also promise you a quarter, if you’d reach in his front pocket and get it.) The courtliness of the old Southern gentleman . . .
That courtly old gentleman must be sorely missed and mourned.
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