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Princess Trixie 
 
 AUTOBIOGRAPHY 
 
 AN Accurate Account of 
 the Sayings and Doings 
 of the Wise^ and Most Highly 
 Educated Horse in the World. 
 
 By 
 George L. Hutchin 
 
 Copyright Applied For. ] [ All Rights Reserved. 
 Copyright 1905 by W. H. Barnes 
 
PREFACE AND CONTENTS 
 
 Tlu" tonii "hoist" sonso" is pro\crhi:il. It is now uni\ crsally 
 acknowledjicd ami rcconitncnclocl. 1 h:ur, tor ;i lonu time, w ishcd 
 to w rite somothin<: tor the hetternient ot hnite i.M"e:itioi\ aiul the 
 eiiiaiuipation ot the animal kin;j;ilom. To me, out of the depths 
 ot compassion, has eome a wild cry tor the amehoration ot the 
 earthly condition of domestic animals oppressed. 
 
 At last, like an inspiration, Princess Trixie has come to me as 
 a revelation, and her worils will he as a hencihction to those of 
 her world. 
 
 Humanity will bless her memory and all her brother animals 
 will praise her according; to their power of understandini^. 
 
 Princess Trixie has a larj^cr development ot "horse sense" than 
 any anin^il I have ever known. I have seen jim Key and the 
 Hahn's horse of Berlin, and 1 w ish to say that they are certainly 
 marvels of equine intelli;;ence. 'riiey haxc done a ;j:reat deal to 
 relieve the hardships and sutiteriniis of their race. 1 ha\e often 
 thout:;ht that they knew more than some teachers and trainers. 
 
 Princess Trixie matriculateil in the school of experience ami 
 j^raduatcd in Nature's broad coUej^e of universal knowledj^c. Be- 
 yond cavil she is the smartest and best educated horse in the world 
 today. She speaks a various lan^uaj:;c, and makes herself xuider- 
 stood perfectly by signs, looks, utterances and actions. She is the 
 most gifteil and talenteil actress before the public, and has won 
 her laurels by ileser\injj; them. 
 
 She is the coiuiectinjj; link in the interchanjze of knowledjje 
 between the Inunan faiuily ami brute creation. She has a lifjht 
 and iMiderstanding that is miraculous, '["he humaiu'tarian will 
 praise her i:;low inii;l\ , while ever\- animal that has the >:;ift of 
 understamlinij: will hoKl her in ijrateful remembrance. 
 
 The follow ing is a true autobio_>;raph\ and history of Princess 
 Trixie. 
 
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PRINCESS TRIXIE 
 
 CHAPTER 1. 
 
 Mv First Recollection. 
 
 V MY memorj' has not played me a trick and filled 
 ni)- brain with weird fancies, my first recollection 
 tlatcs hack to April in 1895. I remember a pleas- 
 ant meadow, a running brook, a nearby orchard, 
 a spacious barn and a handsome house where my 
 master lived. Elverjthing was new to me and I 
 was often alarmed and scared by things that I 
 never notice any more and pay no attention to at 
 all. Of course I did not know then what was 
 harmful. But since I have been educated I know 
 how to take care of mj'self and how to guard 
 against dangers and pitfalls. Like all young colts I did many very 
 foolish things at first, but I soon learned to do better. And the 
 better I did the happier I was. My home was near Humboldt, 
 Iowa. I often saw cit}- folks pass by and I thought that they 
 were the funniest things imaginable. Their dress was so odd. 
 
 My mother's name was Gypsy Queen. She was trained by 
 Prof. W. A. Sigsbee, a noted educator of animals. No grandee 
 or ancient dame was more proud than my mother. At an early 
 age she called me to her side and said: "You are young and can't 
 be expected to know everything. It is my duty tO' tell you. I have 
 noticed you playing with those Norman colts over in the other 
 pasture. Now take my advice and don't waste your time with 
 them. They are rough and coarse. They have no refinement 
 whatever. When they grow up they will be hitched to a dray 
 or made to pull a scraper or a lumber wagon. Their mother goes 
 out to plow in the field all day. She has had no educational ad- 
 vantages and couldn't have learned much if she had been so favored. 
 
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I pity her but I don't wish to trot in her class. You should have 
 ambition and fill some high place in life. 'Hitch your chariot to 
 a star.' If you grow up ignorant and coarse you will not be fitted 
 for the higher walks; and you will be put to dull, stupid work 
 with the work-aday draft horse. It's just the same with people." 
 
 This set me to thinking, and I resolved to so live that I would 
 be the best favored by my master. When my mother whinnied to 
 me I trotted to her side immediately and I kept aloof from the 
 other colts who had learned no manners and were lowly born and 
 bred. When they kicked viciously, and squealed and bit each 
 other I was shocked beyond measure and day by day I saw the 
 wisdom of my mother's remarks. The other colts were not so bad, 
 but they didn't seem to "sabbie," as my young master Ray used to 
 say. 
 
 I shall always remember the day when my mother whinnied to 
 me and I went to her at the gate to our master's house. Just 
 beyond the fence stood a beautiful Arabian horse. I had never seen 
 a horse so handsome and noble in my life. They called him 
 Boniveta. How my heart leaped with joy when I learned that 
 he was my father. He was so gentle and kind that no one could 
 be cruel enough to mistreat him. There were a great many fine- 
 looking people there, and Boniveta, to please those present, gave 
 an exhibition of his learning. I never saw anything so wonderful. 
 I shall always remember how happy Boniveta's master seemed 
 
 when he gave com- 
 mands that were 
 quickly executed. I 
 w as inspired and ex- 
 alted. I could see 
 that Boniveta and 
 his master under- 
 stood each other al- 
 most perfectly. I saw 
 liow vastly pleased 
 the master was when 
 Boniveta obeyed. 
 And that decided my 
 life. I made a resolve 
 
 Making Her Bow 
 
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 Eight 
 
to get an education and be an equine star of the first magnitude. 
 I am told that my father is still giving exhibitions of his skill and 
 learning on the Atlantic seaboard, and has been greatly praised 
 for his cle\er work. So you see I came from a race of actors and 
 performers. I have had advantages that few horses can boast. 
 
 I felt a little despondent at first, as no one semed to care for 
 mc particularly, and when I tried to indicate to them that I wanted 
 them to teach me they stroked me roughly and would often say, 
 "Be gone!" But dear, good, kind-hearted mother consoled me by 
 saying, "You are .voung yet ; be of good cheer, be gentle and wait 
 for your opportunity that comes once to every horse, and then 
 make the most of it." 
 
 Well, I thank my lucky star the fortunate day came at last; 
 my beloved master and benefactor came. But for him I might be 
 drawing milk-carts or doing other menial service today. ^ The 
 moment I saw him I was strangely impressed. I went right to 
 him and laid my head in his arms. I don't know what made me 
 do It. He patted me and stroked my mane and I was supremely 
 happy, 1 don't know how I was so strangely drawn to him. I 
 had heard of hypnotism and I wondered if he had cast a spell about 
 me. Surely I was charmed by the magic of his eye. I felt that 
 there was to be a great change in my life. And although I had 
 never seen this man before I knew instinctively that I was to follow 
 his fortunes. He seemed so kind, so gentle and noble in my mind 
 that I was deter- 
 mined to reciprocate 
 his gentleness in ev- 
 er)- way possible. I 
 heard them call him 
 Mr. Barnes and I 
 afterwards learned 
 that his full name 
 was William Harri- 
 son Barnes. A funny 
 idea struck me. I 
 thought that t h e 
 name of Barnes 
 ought to prove pop- 
 
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 Nine 
 
 Sitting on Master's Lap 
 
ular with any horse. Well, my predictions came true I soon left 
 the green fields, the pastures and all the charming and enchanting 
 spots of my early days to follow my dear benefactor all over the 
 world, as it seems to me. 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 My Early Training. 
 
 As I said before, I was sure that I was born under a lucky star 
 when I was taken into my Master's services and felt his care. And 
 how I do love his dear family! They are all so kind to me. Mrs. 
 Nellie the good mother of the little master, Raymond, and the 
 Mistresses Mvrtle and Lucile, is especially good to me. i appre- 
 ciate all their kindness a great deal more than they probably 
 imagine. I shall never cease to be thankful for being cast in their 
 lot I have grown up with the children and I learned a great 
 deal from them, because I could understand their meaning better 
 than I could understand some older people. They were always 
 playful, and I like to play. Some of my best knowledge was 
 gained while at play. 
 
 I will never forget mv first public performance. It was at a 
 country fair. I was led upon a big platform, w^hich was new to 
 me It shook a bit and I was afraid it would fall and break my 
 
 neck and legs and in- 
 ||Wft» jure my Master. Of 
 
 "''^ ^ ' course he didn't 
 know just what was 
 the matter, so I tried 
 to be brave. Then 
 the band began to 
 play and I was 
 scared more than 
 ever. I thought sure 
 the platform was 
 breaking down. I 
 trembled terribly. As 
 I gazed about me I 
 
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 Ten 
 
saw a sea of faces all lookiiiiz at me. I can imagine how a mur- 
 derer must feel when he is about to be han<j;e(l. "What in the 
 world have I done and what's the matter with them?" 1 thouji;ht. 
 At last the band quit and my poor Master, heaven forgive me, tried 
 to make me umlerstainl that he wanted me to do those things right 
 then and there that he had taught me before. I was so badly 
 scared that I forgot 1 was in the world. I must have looked like 
 an inspired idiot. My Master's face changed color so rapidly that 
 I feared he uas going to have a fit. Then I thought to myself, 
 "Here's a pretty how-de-do." I realized that I had to do some- 
 thing and do it (nn'ckly. So without really knowing what I was 
 going to do 1 reared upon my hinder legs, and in that attitude 
 walked across the platform to the band. Before this the crowd 
 was indifferent, skeptical and almost insulting in its remarks. Rut 
 ni\- coup (le grace caught them and they howled with delight. I 
 felt relieved. Aly stage fright was gone, and my Master having 
 pulled himself together began our exhibition. Every time I did 
 anything pleasing the vast throng roared with delight and my 
 Master was so unmistakably pleased that I redoubled my efforts to 
 ilo good acting. Oh ! how glad I was to hear them clap their 
 hands and shout when we concluded our stunt and the President of 
 the Fair leaped to the platform and roared: "This horse is the 
 Princess of Trickery." From that incident grew my name. Prin- 
 cess Trixie, and it has clung to me ever since and is known all 
 over the world 
 wherever the Eng- 
 lish language is 
 spoken. My Master 
 flung his arms about 
 my neck and hugged 
 me and I am not 
 just sure I did not 
 see a tear in his eyes 
 as he spoke to me so 
 kind and lovingl}-. 
 Hundreds came up 
 and petted me and 
 said, "What a smart 
 
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 Eleven 
 
 Getting Down Like a Camel 
 
horse" and other things like that. I tell you I was proud. I just 
 wanted to give the exhibition all over again, right then and there. 
 But that awful band began to play again and I came down out 
 of the clouds and began to look for an easy way to escape to 
 earth. And then came the racing horses. I spoke to one of the 
 runners in my own language as he was going back to score. But 
 before he could answer his rider jerked him cruelly and struck him 
 with a whip. It made my blood boil, but what could I do? I 
 pity those poor anim.als that are ridden at top speed and cut with 
 the whip by merciless jockeys because the poor things can't fly. 
 How tired those horses must get? 
 
 I was aroused from my reverie by a great commotion in the 
 crowd of spectators. The horse I had spoken to was so angry at 
 the cruel blows showered upon him that he wanted revenge. 
 Suddenly darting forward he dropped his head between his legs and 
 kicked up his heels. Off went the rider, who struck the band- 
 stand with a dull thud. They carried the rider unconscious to a 
 shed and two doctors worked over him a long time before he 
 knew what happened. Everybody said it served him right. They 
 put a new mount on the horse and he won the race. The new 
 rider was kind and gentle, and the horse told me that he did his 
 best because the new jockey was not cruel. I pity trained animals 
 who have cruel masters. Too often the trainers are ignorant and 
 can't make themselves understood. They expect dumb brutes to 
 
 know as much as 
 people and to reason 
 as well. God never 
 intended that it 
 should be so. My 
 lieart bleeds for ani- 
 mals who have cruel 
 masters. They can't 
 tell the world how 
 wretchedly they are 
 • icated and made to 
 -iitfer often for the 
 master's ignorance. 
 When I think of my 
 
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Master and then think of some masters I have seen, I can't refrain 
 from felicitating m\sclt upon the wise choice I made when I se- 
 lected him for master — for really I did select him. 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 Learning to Speak. 
 
 As my education progressed day by day other horses were sur- 
 prised. They deemed me precocious, far beyond my years. And 
 when they saw thousands of people eagerly collect about me and 
 admire my work they too were anxious to gain my knowledge and 
 popularity. A few of them have become fairly well trained and 
 some of them know more than their trainers. I am learning all 
 the time. I hope some day to know everything my Master wants 
 me to do. You must have a wise teacher if you would learn eveiy- 
 thing. I felt now that I had a mission in the world to perform. I 
 knew that in some way I was to be the emancipator of the animal 
 kingdom — what Abraham Lincoln and "Uncle Tom's Cabin" were 
 to the colored race. I became more and more anxious to learn 
 with the grand hope of helping my suffering kind. 
 
 My Master saw how anxious I was to learn and he took great 
 interest in me. My first lesson was easy. He held a piece of 
 candy in his hand and offered it to me, nodding his head several 
 times. Then he asked 
 me if I w^anted the 
 candy. Most certain- 
 ly I did. But he 
 would not give it to 
 me until I nodded 
 my head, which he 
 said meant "yes." I 
 liked the candy so 
 well that I kept 
 bowing and nodding 
 all the time, and I 
 ate so much candy 
 that I was alm(jst 
 
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 Thirteen 
 
 My School Work 
 
sick. 1 was pleased with my lesson, however. Then my Master 
 offered me a bunch of thistles and they stung my nostrils and I 
 shook my head just as my Master did. My Master patted me 
 and said, "That's ripjht; shake your head when j'ou want to say 
 'No.' " I was making progress and I was happy. Then Master 
 pointed out objects and pronounced their names and showed me 
 pictures and repeated their names, oh, ever-so-many times a day. 
 I often wonder at the patience my Master had with me. But he 
 was good and kind and I slowly learned a great deal. I tried 
 to pronounce my Master's words as he said them, but I couldn't. 
 A horse learns and remembers best by kind treatment. 
 
 When I couldn't understand a thing I always shook my head. 
 Master then would show me an object or explain his meaning 
 clearly in some way. Although I was studious I did not know as 
 much as I wanted to know the first and second year. My Master 
 was practical and took lots of pains to teach me. You know a 
 horse satisfiies his curiosity a great deal by smelling. If a horse 
 is allowed to smell out an object and it doesn't hurt him he will 
 never be afraid of that thing again, unless it changes its form, 
 its noises, or does some new stunt. 
 
 I shall never forget the first automobile I met. Scared ? Well, 
 I felt as though I could jump over the moon just as easily as I 
 wink an eye. I trembled like a leaf and my nerves were at a 
 tension that was terrible. I thought it was the Devil I had heard 
 
 Master speak about. 
 Master didn't seem 
 afraid and I won- 
 dered at that. He 
 said to me quietly. 
 "Don't be afraid, 
 Trixie, it won't hurt 
 you." I was mighty 
 glad to hear him say 
 this, but I still had 
 ni}^ doubts and was 
 trembling violently. 
 I had confidence in 
 my Master, and 
 
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 Fourteen 
 
when he said: "Come, Trixic, ami put your front feet into this 
 machine," 1 ahnost fell dead. I tlK)ufz;ht that he must have lost his 
 mind or that I didn't understand. But I fjrew bolder and smelled 
 of the "horseless carriage" all over and finally put my feet into 
 the bed of the machine and wasn't afraid. Of course now when 
 I have knowledj^e I don't care at all for automobiles. 
 
 If m\- Master had whipped me and jerked me as some cruel 
 and foolish men jerk and whip their horses I would have been 
 scared to death. I hope the day will come when all masters will 
 learn how nervous horses are natvirally and u ill not be so brutally 
 ignorant of the horse's wants and needs. 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 My Kindergarten Work. 
 
 My kindergarten work was the important foundation of my 
 education. I grew up as a member of my Master's household. I 
 played with the children and they seemed to love me as much as I 
 loved them. And I learned many of the things they learned. 
 Young Master Ray used to play innocent little tricks on me just 
 for fun. I did not understand him then and my heart often was 
 wounded because I thought I had done some wrong. But when 
 he would laugh and throw his arms around ni}' neck and hug me 
 I knew that it was 
 all right and I was 
 happy again. When 
 I would play with 
 the children in the 
 orchard they would 
 hold up an apple and 
 pronounce the name 
 and I soon knew 
 what apple was and 
 I told them so in my 
 sign language, which 
 I have learned is 
 universal. And 
 
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 Fifteen 
 
 Balancing Feat in Harness 
 
^hanks to this avenue I am able to understand and to express 
 many thoughts. The sign language is of great value to me. 
 
 When I had learned many words I w^as told that every one 
 was represented by certain signs called letters of the alphabet. 
 This puzzled me. Misses Myrtle and Lucile were given some 
 blocks for Christmas and these blocks had letters on them. They 
 put three of the letters together and it spelled "BOY." They 
 pronounced the name again and again. Then they changed it 
 and put three letters together which they called "RAY" and 
 pointed to my young Master as they pronounced R — ^A — ^Y — 
 "RAY." Then I knew by signs that my Master's name was 
 Ray and that he was a boy. I was progressing and therefore very 
 happy. 
 
 They placed the alphabet in a regular order and pointed to 
 each letter as they pronounced the name. I soon learned to pick 
 out the letters by sound and location. And now I can spell almost 
 any word that does not have too many letters in it, I know 
 many words. I know how to spell them and know their mean- 
 ing. 
 
 I am like all other horses about music. I am affected by music. 
 A dirge makes me weep, but when Mistress Myrtle, or the band, 
 plays a march I just feel as though I could fly and I step in rhythm 
 with the joyous sounds. I can distinguish the musical notes and 
 could play if I had hands to touch the chords and keys. I love 
 
 good music. And 
 don't you think for 
 one moment that a 
 horse can't tell a bad 
 band from a good 
 one. If you only 
 knew how bad music 
 affects a horse you 
 Mould not be sur- 
 prised at his running 
 ;i\vay and kicking 
 (■\erything to pieces 
 and jumping into 
 the river. 
 
 
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CHAPTER V. 
 
 l\Iy illusic Lessons. 
 
 Animals are affected more by music than by any other agency. 
 The dirge is a sad and solemn thing to a horse. Funerals are 
 alwajs associated with them, in the mind of the horse. And when 
 the band plays lively circus music I always feel like dancing. Some 
 times this happy spirit is mistaken for fractiousness and skittish- 
 ness, because some poor colts who have never seen the world, 
 especially on St. Patrick's Day and the Fourth of July, become 
 alarmed and act up foolish like. I am very fond of music and can 
 play some. I am making progress and may in time become an 
 expert on certain instruments. When my Mistress Myrtle saw 
 how fond I was of music she began to play everything she could 
 think of to please me. Oh, how I did enjoy the sweet strains 
 from her piano. I never imagined that such pretty sounds could 
 be made. When my Master saw how fond I was of music he 
 bought me a set of alluminum chimes. When I had smelled them 
 out to find no danger in them. Master rubbed my nose against 
 the side of each chime in the chromatic scale and the sounds were 
 so pleasing that I wanted to hear them all the time. Every time 
 I struck a chime Mistress Myrtle struck the same note on her 
 piano and they pro- 
 nounced the name of 
 the note. I became 
 an adept at match- 
 ing tones and can 
 now duplicate the 
 notes on my chimes, 
 after hearing the 
 piano, better than 
 Master can. After a 
 great deal of pa- 
 tience and hard prac- 
 tice I could play any 
 simple tune. I sur- 
 
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 Seventeen 
 
 Playing on tlie Chimes 
 
prised my Master a great deal. But I tell j'ou, a horse has a 
 musical ear and can distinguish sounds and noises better than people 
 can. When I got so I could play real well and I saw how pleased 
 my Master was, I felt happy as a Cherub sitting on a cloud and 
 tickling Angels' toes. 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 fVorki/ig the Cash Register. 
 
 When I had learned to play the chimes I had an ambition to 
 do something more difficult. Master brought home a National 
 Cash Register one day and set it down near me. I thought it 
 the most curious looking thing I had ever seen. I didn't have 
 much idea of its usefulness until I visited a big country fair and 
 saw different people operating cash registers and making change 
 for purchasers. I heard Master say: "I venture Trixie can work 
 a cash register as well as anybody." When I knew that he wanted 
 me to learn to make change from the cash register till, I was 
 skeptical of my ability to succeed. Master called me to him and 
 pointed to the register. Then he touched a key which rang a 
 bell and threw out the money drawer. In this drawer were bon- 
 bons. The drawer was closed and Master pressed my nose 
 against the key and the drawer flew open as the bell rang. I found 
 
 more bonbons. Mas- 
 ter told me that he 
 would give me candy 
 as often as I could 
 open the cash regis- 
 ter. No bell-ringer 
 ever worked harder. 
 y\nd then he dropped 
 coins into the boxes 
 in the drawer. He 
 held \ip these coins 
 and pron o u n c e d 
 their names and told 
 me how to make 
 
 ManiiHilaling National Cash Register 
 
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 Eighteen 
 
change, and never "short change," as some people do. I was a 
 long time learning this, but Master was so patient and kind tiiat 
 I tried doubly hard to learn, and succeeded. Master tells nie 
 that he has been presented with a brand new National Cash Reg- 
 ister built specially for me, and that it is valued at $400. 
 
 I knew all the figures and numbers pretty w'cU before I under- 
 took to make change on the register, but even then I had difficulty 
 in ringing up the sale correctly and in getting the right money in 
 change. But now I am all right on change and the National 
 Cash Register can't be beat. I can see how it would prevent mis- 
 takes, how it would detect theft and keep accounts straight. It's 
 a wonder. I learned the figures and numbers more slowly than 
 I did the alphabet. Master would hold up an object like a carrot 
 and say "one." Then he would hold up one in each hand and say 
 "two" and show me the printed number each time. And that's 
 the way I learned from one up to ten and over. 
 
 I am like people, however ; I would have considerable trouble 
 in keeping my accounts straight and the change right if it wasn't 
 for the National Cash Register. It's perfection. 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 Talk With Ned and Ted. 
 
 I have lots of fun 
 with my two stable 
 companions, N e d 
 and Ted. Ned is a 
 very wise horse. He 
 is grey like myself, 
 but not from age. 
 Ted is also grey, but 
 he's a dog and I have 
 to talk to him 
 through signs which 
 he understands by 
 instinct. A dumb 
 brute can't reason 
 
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 Nineteen 
 
 Dog Ted Does His Stunt. 
 
like a man, but knows things by instinct. Ned and I often get to 
 talking over the past. We are both very happy because we have 
 such a kind Master, and such a good home. When a stormy day 
 comes (and such weather is bound to be), we are comfortably 
 housed and blanketed. One day Ned said to me: "What would 
 you do in case fire broke out in our quarters?" I told him that 
 I would "break out" too. "But," said Ned, "suppose you were 
 tied and the door was barred and locked." "Well," I replied, 
 "our Master is more considerate; he never ties us and never locks 
 the door nor bars it unless a groom is on guard with us." I saw a 
 big fire once in the East where I was giving an exhibition of my edu- 
 cational powers, and thousands of curious people came to see me 
 and were astounded at my knowledge. A livery stable burned 
 down. In this stable were many horses who in their day had been 
 considered noble steeds and magnificent chargers. As their use- 
 fulness waned the poor steeds were taken from the family carriage 
 and sold to the livery man for hire. That's the way of our race. 
 We are shunted and sent to the scrap pile when we are no longer 
 young and spry. One day when Ned and I were down town we 
 saw a horse running away. He was hitched to a delivery wagon 
 and scattered everything' before him, and after him too. We were 
 going in his direction and Master allowed us to canter along pretty 
 lively. As we came to a bend in the road we saw a great crowd 
 hurrying to the delivery horse, who had been badly hurt by an 
 
 accidental fall. 
 When we got in 
 speaking distance we 
 asked the wounded 
 horse all about his 
 rash act. "Oh, I am 
 in such pain," said 
 he, "that I don't care 
 what becomes of me 
 now." "Why did 
 you run away?" 
 asked Ned. "Oh, be- 
 cause I was abused," 
 he retorted. "They 
 
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 Twenty 
 
put high clieclc reins on me and bh'nkers over my eyes 
 and they beat me for ahnost nothing and jerked my poor mouth 
 until it is sore and bleeding. I get no rest on Sunday, for 
 they drive me into the countiy and half starve me and expect 
 me to be good-natured. They seldom water me when I want a 
 drink and when they whipped me today for nothing I got so ter- 
 ribly mad that I kicked over the traces and smashed things. I 
 saw them shoot a real fine thorouglibred horse who fell in the hunt 
 the other day and broke his leg. My leg is broken and I can see 
 what kind of a finish I am going to make. I wish I had remem- 
 bered what my poor old mother told me, never to run away. But 
 there are some things no horse can stand." 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 Impressions of King Rex and Cuba. 
 
 When my education was pretty well completed my Master 
 was anxious to have me show the world what I knew and could 
 do, the same as people. And everywhere I went thousands of the 
 very finest people crowded around to see me and to express sur- 
 prise. I didn't care so much for their praise and wonderment, but 
 I wanted to please Master, who put a ticket seller at the front 
 door and made everybody pay that came to see me perform. More 
 people came to see 
 my acting than any 
 other attraction on 
 the World's Fair 
 grounds where we 
 visited. I felt very 
 sorry for some of the 
 show managers be- 
 cause nearly every- 
 body came to me, 
 while nobody scarce- 
 ly went to see their 
 exhibitions. For sev- 
 eral years I have 
 
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 My Home at Lewis ami Clark Expositidn 
 
been traveling from ocean to ocean, trying to do humane work. 
 I belong to the Humane Societies of New York, Boston and other 
 prominent cities. I believe that I have accomplished much good. 
 
 My Master has with him two elk. He calls them Cuba and 
 King Rex. They have big bushy antlers and look awfully queer 
 to me. They are not sociable and kind like Ned and Ted. One 
 day when I went up to King Rex to say something in our univer- 
 sal sign language he struck me a staggering blow in the face with 
 his horns. Gee ! but I was mad. No one was near. Master was 
 out of sight. I was so indignant and furious that I wheeled around 
 and let both heels fly. I caught his royal highness in the short 
 ribs and stomach. It sounded like a bass drum. He doubled up 
 like Ostler Joe's jackknife and let a groan out of him that you 
 could hear ten blocks. He began to squirm and work his antlers 
 suspiciously and I mosied away into my own favorite stall. Master 
 came in and saw King Rex all doubled up with pain. "Goodness," 
 said he, "that elk's sick." And then he gave him a big dose of 
 nasty colic medicine. I kind o' laughed to myself but said nothing. 
 But when he saw the bruise and gash on my forehead he asked 
 what the matter was. I pointed over to Rex, and he said, "Been 
 mixing it with that elk, eh?" He laughed and said, "Well, you 
 actors and performers are just like all other show people." 
 
 I think Cuba has a little better disposition than King Rex, but 
 his antlers are just as long and as hard and as dangerous. But I 
 
 don't feel unkind to 
 these poor animals, 
 for they don't know 
 a great deal. They 
 can't understand as 
 I do. They obey 
 Master willingly 
 and they dive into a 
 delicious bath many 
 times a day to please 
 him. If they only 
 had "horse sense" 
 and would do as 
 they might do Mas- 
 
 Last Stage Spasmodic Colic 
 
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tcr Nvovikl push thcni forxvard to the xvorUl just as he docs me. 
 Hut then, they must live accordiii^^ to their understanding. 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 My Message to the World. 
 
 The great mistake animals often make is in not heeding their 
 master, particularly when the master is good and kind 1 like to 
 tease and torment mv Master just the same as children like to tease 
 their parents, but 1 always make up for it by showing my Master 
 hou- much I love him. blaster has great confidence in me, and i 
 am doubly cautious not to do anything to lose his conhdence. 
 
 One day when he had hitched me to his carriage he said: 
 "Trixie I don't think it's necessary to hamper you with lines to 
 guide you. You know left from right and right from wrong. _ i 
 ^^■\\\ drive you by the motion of my hand just as I would point 
 the way to a stranger inquiring for direction. 1 nodded All 
 rieht " We soon understood each other and I went fast, slow, to 
 right' or left and stood still when he said "Whoa!" Master was 
 proud of me and I was pleased, oh! so pleased. And when the 
 bands were playing and Master wanted to show me off 1 stepped 
 hi-h and marked time and did almost everything graceful except 
 the skirt dance. No high-bred Arabian ever xvalked more majestic 
 
 than I. Everybody 
 
 was watching when 
 
 I moved. I was the 
 
 cynosure of all eyes. 
 Master taught me 
 
 to rear up and walk 
 
 on my hind feet, to 
 
 sit in a chair, to do 
 
 contortion stunts, — 
 
 such as placing my 
 
 front leg over my 
 
 head, to stand upon 
 
 my head, to walk 
 
 lame and to imitate 
 
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 Driven Wiliiout Lines 
 
a drunken man's unsteady, zig-zag gait. And by the way, I am a 
 teetotlar. I don't like any kind of liquor and when I see how silly 
 and cruel some very good people are when drinking I thank my 
 lucky stars that I never touched strong drink. In fact I hate 
 strong drink because it has made cruel, brute masters cause more 
 animals to suffer than I could tell you. 
 
 I was taught to do many clever things, and I went through the 
 streets of nearly every European capital drawing my Master and 1 
 was free of rein or bridle. It astonished the people and they came 
 by thousands to see me at the theatre and filled every seat and 
 others stood up and filled all the vacant space. I couldn't under- 
 stand why so many very royal people were so wildly enthusiastic 
 about me and paid so raluch money to see me. But Master was 
 tickled almost to death and I was glad because he seemed so 
 pleased about it. In this connection I wish to show you a photo- 
 graph of one crowd that came to pay their respects to me. All 
 the other pictures are very similar and merely repetitions of my 
 victorious conquest of Europe. I shall never forget my first intro- 
 duction to Sara Bernhardt. They told me she was a great actress 
 and that I was to give a special performance for her benefit. 
 There were many prominent Parisian journalists and theatrical 
 managers present. I was a little nervous, but I did my best. I 
 knew by the applause that I was making a "hit," or "bringing down 
 the house," as my Master says. As I was bowing in conclusion 
 
 the "Divine Sara" 
 came to me quickly, 
 threw her arms 
 around my neck, and 
 said in French, 
 which was interpret- 
 ed for me later, 
 "Trixie, you have 
 divine genius. If all 
 my support had pro- 
 portionate ability I 
 could sway the 
 world." 
 
 Crowds to See Me at Theatres 
 
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CHAPTER X. 
 
 My Shattered Ideal. 
 
 I never studied medicine, as some have imagined, but I know 
 pretty well what's good for a horse when he's sick. The best thing 
 is not to do anything to make you sick. An ounce of prevention 
 is better than a ton of "drenching." Master saw me have the colic 
 one day. Oh, but I was all pained up like a jack-knife. The next 
 day Master said: "Trixie, show me how colic makes you feel," 
 When I did so he laughed. I couldn't see anything funny about 
 it, but it seemed to amuse him so I did it every time he asked me 
 to do so. I imitated the different stages of colic, showing the final 
 excruciating paroxysms. I groaned and pointed my nose to the 
 place it hurt worst, I switched my tail between my legs and ex- 
 pressed my feelings by actions that are plainer than words, 
 
 I want to go back and tell you about one of my early day 
 dreams. Master brought home a bobby-horse one Christmas, The 
 children all loved it and rode it and poor Trixie was almost for- 
 gotten, I was jealous and mad. If I had been left alone with 
 that painted thing I would have kicked its doll face off of its shoul- 
 ders. I said to myself, "I wish I was a bobby-horse." Because they 
 all seemed to love it so, I began to pose like the bobby-horse, I 
 tried to look and act 
 like the bobby- 
 horse. But no one 
 seemed to care for 
 me and I went away 
 to my quarters very 
 much crestfallen and 
 almost heart-broken. 
 But all things come 
 to him that waits. I 
 had my revenge and 
 satisfaction. I stayed 
 away from Master's 
 family for nearly 
 
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 Trixie as a Hobby Horse 
 
two weeks. Finally I got lonesome and homesick and without 
 thinking wandered towards Master's house. I stuck my head into 
 the woodshed. I was surprised and amazed. There was Mr. 
 Hobby-horse a physicial wreck. He couldn't be a mental wreck for 
 he never did have any brains. His legs were broken. He was 
 scratched and torn and the sawdust and straw stuck out from a 
 hundred wounds. The chickens had roosted on his back and as I 
 went in to kick him to pieces I said to myself: "Trixie, never 
 strike an animal when he's down." Excuse me, I never want to 
 be a hobb)'-horse. I now rushed over to Master's house and the 
 children were wild with delight when they saw me again. I was 
 so happy. And I just thought how foolish I had been to pout 
 and sulk over an old hobby-horse that has no sense and can't do 
 anything but stand still and look like a real horse that does stunts 
 and goes to kindergarten school and learns Delsarte and physical 
 culture and becomes graceful and handsome and useful and noble 
 and grand, and entertains the people. Hobby-horse? bah! Not for 
 Princess Trixie. 
 
 CHAPTER XL 
 
 Difference in Animal Nature. 
 
 There seems to me to be just as miuch difference in animals as 
 
 there is in people. In 
 my colt days I re- 
 member how Master 
 brought two spotted 
 little fawns home 
 with him. He said 
 that when they grew 
 big and strong they 
 would be elk. Since 
 then I have heard 
 men called elk and I 
 wondered why. They 
 were big and stately 
 and fine, but they 
 
 Hobby Horse all out of Joint. 
 
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did not walk like real elk. Master pvit the fawns into a stall and 
 asked me to help teach them. Our animal sign languajjje came in 
 use nicely. Oh, how timid they were! They were not used to 
 seein}]; people. 1 had an awful tinve to make thcin understand that 
 they would not he hurt anil that they would have a good home if 
 they were good. But their wild nature made them doubtful. They 
 were very fond of water. Master arranged a long chute and 
 through no other way could they get into the bath. Every day the 
 chute was raised a little higher and every day they plunged head- 
 long into the water with greatest delight. "Illxcuse me," I thought ; 
 "they can have all that fun they want." I could not imderstand 
 about their high dive until Master showed how proud he was of 
 their skill and daring as we traveled over the world to delight 
 the royalty of every nation of promience. The elk told me that 
 their diving was the greatest sport imaginable. When the elk 
 were two years old I was astonished to see shrubbery grow on top 
 of their heads, near their ears. I was alarmed. I supposed that 
 baby trees were growing into their heads and that in time the roots 
 of the trees would kill the elk. I was terribly worried until 
 JVIaster told me that the growth was antlers, used by elk for defense 
 and offense, and that it was a natural part of the elk. But when he 
 told me that these horns or antlers fell off every year and new 
 ones grew in their place, I asked him why. And do you know, he 
 has never told me why, not even to this day. Master is a very 
 busy man, as he has 
 thousands to talk to 
 every day and he 
 may have forgotten 
 my question. I asked 
 King Rex and Cuba, 
 for they are the elk I 
 am talking about, if 
 they knew why their 
 antlers grew on new 
 ever}' year, and they 
 said they guessed it 
 was "the nature of 
 the beast." 
 
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CHAPTER XII. 
 
 My Travels Abroad. 
 
 I am not exactly a globe trotter, but Master has given me a 
 foreign education and taken me abroad considerably. I shall 
 never forget my debut at the Crystal Palace, London, and the 
 pretty compliments given me by the tremendous crowds that came 
 to see me and vuondered at my exhibition of human knowledge. 
 Master was pleased and I was proud to be able to delight so many 
 thousands. We went to the Jardin des Plantes in Berlin and re- 
 peated our successes there. It was the same everywhere. Men 
 patted me and stroked my mane and said pretty things, and the 
 women hugged me and kissed me and acted a little more excited 
 than I liked. I looked at Master and he looked at me, but didn't 
 say anything. He seemed to be amused. I just wondered if he 
 wouldn't have been glad to change places with me. 
 
 In all my travels I was never greatly alarmled and frightened 
 but once. It was at Chicago, when Master took me to Hyde 
 & Beman's Theatre. We had a date there. It was the old 
 Iroquois Theatre, that burned with such appalling loss of human 
 life. Oh, but I was nervous. Master couldn't help noticing my 
 agitation. He looked worried too. But when I got my cue to go 
 on I pulled myself together and made a dash for the footlights. 
 I stood on my hind feet and bowed and courtesied until the whole 
 audience applauded like thunder. And then Trixie was herself 
 again. If I could have talked I would have told Master that I was 
 an actress born and would not lower the dignity of the profession. 
 When I concluded my act I was surprised to see so many grand 
 people come behind the scenes to look at me. I guess they imagined 
 I was a hobby-horse, worked by some strange mechanism. Well, 
 I imagine they know better now. 
 
 They all thought it strange that I could designate colors. That's 
 easy as kicking a hole in the sky. Say, I want to tell you something 
 before I forget it. You know I tell the number of people in a row 
 of seats, the most beautiful woman there, the color of her dress, hat, 
 etc. And then Master asks how many of the men are good-looking 
 
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and I pick up the card marked "o" or naught. Well, Master told 
 me to do that just to make the people laugh. I don't see anything 
 funny about it. But then I'm only a horse and I can't understand 
 everything that's humorous and funny. But just as sure as I am a 
 hidy I have seen thousands of men that I admired and thought were 
 fine-looking gentlemen whom I said were "not good-looking" just 
 because it \vas all in the play. 
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 .//; IiidlspHtahle Uitness. 
 
 My Dear Reader, — As a fitting finale to this pleasing brochure 
 I wish to write that I have read carefully every word Princess 
 Trixie has said through the happy interpretation of Mr. Geo. L. 
 Hutchin, who is sponsor for this most interesting w-ork, and I wish 
 to add that I believe every word is given just as Princess Trixie 
 tells me many times a day. I know her better, perhaps, than any 
 living soul, and am able to speak wath authority of her merits. 
 Beyond cavil Princess Trixie possesses a knowledge that is almost 
 human. Her understanding is beyond comprehension, as no other 
 subject of the animal kingdom can perform her wondrous problems. 
 She does her work unaided and she executes it thoroughly. Her 
 talent and genius are marvels of art in equine culture. Her style 
 of work is far different from that of the so-called "trained" horses. 
 She acts by her own will and understanding. 
 
 Princess Trixie has done more for the cause of humane treat- 
 ment of animals than any man or animal in the world has done. 
 She is an honorary' member of every Humane Society in Europe 
 and America. She dearly loves little children and is ver}' fond of 
 wom/en. Bej'ond peradventure Princess Trixie possesses a knowl- 
 edge that surpasses all other animals. She is endowed with gifts 
 that are intended for the betterment of all animals. Her acts and 
 deeds show us the dumb brute's power of understanding and we 
 are able to realize that the human family has greatly misjudged, 
 misunderstood and mistreated that noble animal, man's best friend, 
 the horse. 
 
 W. H. Barnes. 
 
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%l Paul Society for tM Prevention of grueltv 
 
 Incorporated Under the Caw$ of the State, march, 1870 
 
 ST. PAUL, Minn., April 8, 1905. 
 MR. W. H. BARNES. 
 
 Dear Sir — At the meeting of tlie above Society, held on Saturday, 
 April 1st, the following resolution was passed: 
 
 Resolved, That because of the valuable lesson taught and the gooB 
 results accomplished by the remarkably educated horse. Princess Trixie, 
 during her two weeks' exhibition under the auspices of this Society', we, 
 the St. Paul Society for the Prevention of Crue'lty, do declare her an 
 Honorary Member of the same and vote her a gold medal properly 
 inscribed as a further token of our appreciation of her wonderful accomp- 
 lishments. 
 
 We wish further to express our approval of the methods used by 
 Mr. Barnes in training and exhibiting Princess Trixie, especially com- 
 mending the manifest affection existing between them, evidently a result 
 of the kindness and patience used in her training. 
 
 Alice S. Millard, 
 
 Secretary. 
 
 HIGHEST TRIBUTE FROM PROMINENT THEATRICAL OWNER 
 
 Pacific Coast Hmusement Co. 
 
 Seattle, Wash., May i, 1905. 
 Princess Trixie proved by far the highest class attraction I ever 
 booked through my circuit, and all previous records of attendance were 
 broken at each house without a single exception. 
 
 JOHN W. CONSIDINE, Owner. 
 
 Grand Theatre, Vancouver, B. C. Grand Theatre, Tacoma. 
 
 Peoples' Theatre, Vancouver, B. C. Star Theatre, Tacoma. 
 
 Grand Theatre, Bellingham, Wash. Orpheum Theatre, Seattle. 
 
 Beck Theatre, Bellingham, Wash. Star Theatre, Seattle. 
 
 Central Theatre, Everett, Wash. Star Theatre, Portland. 
 
 Grand Theatre, Victoria, B. C. Grand Theatre, Portland. 
 
 Unique Theatre, Astoria, Or. Arcade Theatre, Portland. 
 
 Star Theatre, Astoria, Or. Edison Grand, Spokane. 
 Family Theatre, Butte, Mont. 
 
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