“About the best of the half-breeds is the horse Creole, now owned by J. M. Brown. He belonged to R. W. Clayton, of Louisiana, and a year ago was only known as a quarter horse. He was beaten here in a quarter once for a fortune, but Captain Jack Hardy, who knew something about sprinters, picked Creole out as the fastest quarter performer on the continent. Brown & Hardy dickered for the animal and got him for $1,500. Had Captain Hardy lived Creole would by this time have lost or won a gold mine running against some of the flash-light stock at Enterprise, Miss., and elsewhere. Brown trained Creole like his other horses and found that he could go almost any distance. He sprinted three-quarters in 1:14 ¾ in a race the other day, and the ‘touts’ say he has worked a mile fast. Perhaps he is another of these modern instances which are thorns in the sides of the turf theorists.” (Cincinnati Enquirer, 03/02/1890)
“NEW ORLEANS, March 10, 1890. …
Creole, the horse I wrote to you about last week, continues to be the principal subject of discussion at the track. He has run some good races with big weight up, and it is evident that his capacity has not yet been tested. The most practiced eyes among the horsemen refused to believe that he is ‘cold-blooded,’ and it seems that they are right, although he is regularly entered ‘Coldeck-unknown.’
The report was that he is by Uncle Jeff. Yesterday I was introduced to an old man named Carroll Jones, of Cavo River, Natchitoches Parish, La. He looks like a distinguished old Frenchman or Spaniard, but it is said that he belonged to one of the great Louisiana families before the war. Now he has a snug cotton plantation of several hundred acres, and raises horses besides running races all around in this vicinity. Creole was among his horses. The old man says he trained Lecompte for his race with Lexington, and has handled many fine horses, but never had one he liked better than this same Creole. He has beaten every thing he ever ran across, not only as a runner, but as a trotter. His daughter drove the animal in a buggy race and won handily.
Last winter he brought Creole here for the purpose of making some matches but did not do much owing to constant rains. The only time he did make a race he was inducted to put up a boy he did not know, and the boy, not Creole, lost the money. Besides the inclement weather, he grew ill here and spent considerable money, so that when he visited home his wife set her foot down upon his turf proclivities. He also thought to stay at home is best and so sadly determined upon parting with his favorite, selling him to R. W. Clayton for $500. It was a good thing for Clayton, for he received $1,500 from J. M. Brown for the animal. Brown is satisfied, too, for the horse has already won considerable for him at this meeting.
Jones says Creole is a thoroughbred, can go a fast mile, and was foaled at Mansfield, La., nine years ago. He is by a horse by Boston, the sire of Lexington, out of a mare by Stonewall Jackson, a son of Lexington. Before the war Louisiana was full of the finest thoroughbred horses in the country. They were sent into the interior and scattered about during the struggle and many were never traced. Many an old backwoods horse is of royal blood, only chance does not discover its quality in many instances. The believers in blood, however, will be glad that Creole has been found out.” (Cincinnati Enquirer, 03/15/1890)
“The horse Creole, who has been running at New-Orleans and who is one of the very best of the lot there, has been supposed to be a half-bred, his pedigree being given as by “Cold Deck, dam unknown.” Now a man named Carroll Jones of Natchitoches Parish, La., comes to the front and claims to have bred the horse. He says he is by Uncle Jeff, a son of the great Boston, out of a mare by Stonewall Jackson, a son of Lexington. He says Creole was foaled at Mansfield, La., nine years ago, and that he knows the pedigree to be correct. The trainers down that way believe the story, and say that no horse that can run like Creole can possibly have cold blood in his veins.”
(The New York Times, 03/17/1890)