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He was nobby and boss . He was dropping his r 's like a Southerner , and you know how much of a Southerner Johnny is -- Johnstown , Pa. ; and he was hollering around about his little three-year-old , standard-bred , and registered bay mare out of Highland Belle , by Homer Wilkes , with a mark of twenty-one , that could out-trot any thing of her age that ever champed a bit . Did you get that , Jim ? That ever champed a bit ; and still he said at noon to-day that he had had two , possibly three , glasses of wine , but no more . The only way that mare of Johnny 's can go a mile in twenty-one is `` In the Baggage Coach Ahead . '' Say , Jim , I 've never said much about it , but you let any of these fellows who own horses get a soak on , and they get to be a kind of a village pest , with their talk about blowing up in the stretch , shoe blisters on the left forearm , etc. . Now , since when did a horse get an arm ?