The driving clubs of greater The driving clubs of greater Boston . drivingclubsofgr00linn Year: 1914 136 The Driving Clubs of Greater Boston if he ever knew what fear meant, but one hot noon in June, at Mystic, he met with an ex- perience that surely startled him some. A youthful green boy from the country had been employed by one of the trainers to as- sist in the 'stable. He had great plans of some dav working up to the position of a knight of the sulky. Some of the grooms saw the idea of having fun, and informed him that he was too heavy to drive, but if he would go into training he would
The driving clubs of greater The driving clubs of greater Boston . drivingclubsofgr00linn Year: 1914 136 The Driving Clubs of Greater Boston if he ever knew what fear meant, but one hot noon in June, at Mystic, he met with an ex- perience that surely startled him some. A youthful green boy from the country had been employed by one of the trainers to as- sist in the 'stable. He had great plans of some dav working up to the position of a knight of the sulky. Some of the grooms saw the idea of having fun, and informed him that he was too heavy to drive, but if he would go into training he would likely get down to weight. To do this he would have to spend some time in one of the manure pits for a thorough steaming out. This day the horses had all been worked early on account of the heat, so the boys induced the green one to take his first course of sprouts. Op- posite to 'Uncle Jock's' stable was the larg- est and hottest heap of manure. Into the very center of this, where the steam was rising like smoke and the thermometer would register 130 degrees, was placed the student after he had undressed. Then the manuri was again thrown about him till all that could be seen was from his chin to the top of his head. The sweat was running down the bov's face in streams when 'Uncle Jock' happened to pass by. Somehow he glanced towards his manure heap, stopped with a start at the sight of a human head with the eves staring into his own. 'Was it a case of murder,' he thought, 'and the head been thrown up there?' To examine further 'Uncle Jock' walked around the heap, and those eyes followed him. Then he knew it was alive, so stopped again and said: 'What in hell are you doing in there?' 'I'm in training to make a jockey,' came the reply. 'Yer 'are, are yer? Well, you will have to get some brains first, I'm thinking, and if you don't get out of that pretty soon the grave diggers will get a job,' and the veteran made his own grooms get to work and dig him out. At Svracuse a prominen
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