At the suggestion of a number of friends, all of whom wanted him, I put him up at a raffle, selling ten chances at thirty dollars each, which were all quickly taken.

Ike Bonham, who won him, took him to Wyandotte, Kansas, where he soon added fresh laurels to his already shining wreath.

In the crowning event of a tournament he easily outdistanced all entries in a four-mile race to Wyandotte, winning $250 for his owner, who had been laughed at for entering such an unprepossessing animal.
I lost track of him after that.

For several years I did not know what had become of him.

But many years after, while in Memphis, I met Mr.
Wilcox, who had once been superintendent of construction on the Kansas Pacific.