美国最著名的赛马

America's Most Famous Race Horse

Folks talk about ‘second Man o’ Wars’. There ain’t any second Man o’ Wars. This is the greatest hoss of them all. Nobody will ever know how good he was—there wasn’t anything to run with him. There ain’t ever been anything like him and maybe there won’t ever be again.”

When Harbut passed away in 1947, his obituary in Bloodhorse listed his survivors as “his wife, six sons, three daughters and Man O’ War.” He was buried next to his old friend.

“As near to a living flame as horses get, and horses get closer to this than anything else. It was not merely that he smashed his opposition, sometimes by a hundred lengths, or that he set world records or that he cared not a Tinker’s Curse for weight, or track, or horses…

All horses, and particularly all stallions, like to run, exultant in their strength and power. Most of them run within themselves, as children at play. But Man o’ War, loose in his paddock at Faraway, dug in as if the prince of all the fallen angels was at his throatlatch, and great chunks of sod sailed up behind the haunches of power. Watching, you felt that there had never been, nor could ever be again, a horse like this.” -Joe Palmer, editor of Bloodhorse

Arthur Bartlett on the daily routine of Man o’ War during his racing days, published inThe New Yorker, Dec. 1937:

“His first meal was at 3:30 in the morning. Then he took it easy in his stall until 7:30 when Frank Loftus, his groom, massaged him with a hairbrush, went over his mane and tail with a corn brush, washed his feet and face, and sponged out his eyes and nostrils.

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