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28 toll gatherer on the next day asserted that the stool went directly through the body of the horse, and he persisted in that belief ever after. Whether Rugg, or whoever the person was, ever passed the bridge again, the toll gatherer would never tell; and when questioned seemed anxious to waive the subject. And thus Peter Rugg and his child, horse and carriage, remain a mystery to this day." This, sir, is all that I could learn of Peter Rugg in Boston.

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In the autumn of 1825, I attended the races at Richmond in Virginia; as two new horses of great promise were run, the raceground was never better attended, nor was expectation ever more deeply excited. The partizans of Dart and Lightning, the two race horses were equally anxious, and equally dubious of the result. To an indifferent spectator it was impossible to perceive any