. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Vol No. 13. SO. aft jliOSTGOMERV STEEEf. SAN FRANCISCO. SATURDAY, MARCH 27, 1886. SUBSCRIPTION FIVE DOLLARS A TEAR. <&t^0M GROSVENOR, by Administrator his dam Sylvia by Edwin Forrest. OWNED BY JAMES BOYD, MILPITAS, CAL. He Got Muergins. The crowd at the Paris horse sale last week presented end-, less objects of interest. There were the rich chaps, elegantly dressed, sleek, shiny, fairly smelling of money, side by side with the shabby mountaineer in "buttemnt,"who had saved up a hundred or two by the hardest, to purchase a good "
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Vol No. 13. SO. aft jliOSTGOMERV STEEEf. SAN FRANCISCO. SATURDAY, MARCH 27, 1886. SUBSCRIPTION FIVE DOLLARS A TEAR. <&t^0M GROSVENOR, by Administrator his dam Sylvia by Edwin Forrest. OWNED BY JAMES BOYD, MILPITAS, CAL. He Got Muergins. The crowd at the Paris horse sale last week presented end-, less objects of interest. There were the rich chaps, elegantly dressed, sleek, shiny, fairly smelling of money, side by side with the shabby mountaineer in "buttemnt,"who had saved up a hundred or two by the hardest, to purchase a good "; Directly after dinner, opposite the auctioneer's stand, there stood a stranger, evidently western from his personnel. Too Wide ic build for the average Kentuckiau, the breath of the prairies seemed stamped all over his jolly, nonchalent face, and his loosly fitting, easy going gray suit. The inevitable cigar of all horsemen, north, south, east or west, rolled from side to side of his broad sniiler. as he laughed and joked with his "; At last Muggins, No. 30 on the catalogne, was trotted out He was a dark bay colt, two years old and a beauty. Instantly the prairie man was wide awake, while he began to nod vigorously at Col. Edmonson, who had only to glance at him in his "bewitching way" to estort the bid. He was in dead earnest—one could see that. It didn't make any differ- ence what the Colonel asked for, the nod came. He was bound to have that nag if it took a million, Ihongh he finally got off on four hundred. When the horse was knocked down to him he walked up to the stand with all the delight of a child benming from his good-natured face. "I've been hanging aronnd here all day for that horse," 1 said, as he gave his name T. E. Fuller, Illinois. His friend seize 1 his hand and congratulated him as if he had just beei- married, or had come into the possession of a fortune, per- haps he had that last—at all events he got Muggins.
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