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bought for $500.00. When he was two years old, he had raced in Cape Breton, with a record of 2.02 which was a very good rate in those days.

Not long after I got Walkie home, a scar on his left leg started to discharge. Not knowing much medicine, I did not realize that this could be osteomyelitis. Soon after this, a peddler told a friend of mine that the horse doctor had told the owner to get rid of him, as the infection would not heal. He said ”It was a dirty trick to pull on the young fellow.” He also told him to tell me to give the horse Epsom salts in the oats when feeding, and I could possibly cure the infection. This I did, and there was never any sign of the infection as long as I had Walkie.

Walkie became a great friend of my father. If the horse was eating down at the shore, my father could call his name and he would come running to him. One time my father was in Boston for six months, and when he came home on the bus, the door no sooner opened on the bus to let my father off, but Walkie went on the gallop to meet him - you would think two long lost friends met. My father could take him driving; there was no sign of any foolishness. He did not have to hold him back, just jogged along with a loose rein. My sisters thought he was taking a great risk with such a wild horse. They used to tell me that he would kill me some night. One night I was visiting one of my sisters and she brought up the subject. I told her about three or four times, when he got me in a scrape, and he acted with such wonder. On my way home that night, there were many slews in the road, and the sleigh tipped over, and he almost finished me as he would not stop. It does not pay to brag.

One time I was hanging on to him and the reins broke. I thought ”this is it” but when I spoke to him, he came to a stop. I got out and fixed the reins while he was

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