As a batsman he was only fair, and as a fielder decidedly careless.

When it came to backing up a player "Goldy" was never to be relied upon, and after the play was over and he was asked why he had not done so, he would reply: "Oh, I'd a-bin thar ef I'd bin needed." But in spite of this the fact remains that he was rarely on hand when he was needed, and many an overthrown ball found its way into the field that would have been stopped had he been backing up the basemen in the way that he should have done.
I remember seeing him in a game at Troy, N.Y., once when pitching for Chicago, when he was a sight to behold.

He was playing and the rain was coming down in torrents while the grounds were deep in mud and water.
Hatless, without shoes and stockings and with his breeches roiled clear up to his thigh, as if he were preparing to ford the Hudson river, "Goldy" was working like a Trojan, and I am not over sure but that he was one at that time.
His arm was gone when he left us, and if he played ball any afterward, it was only in desultory fashion.

He tended bar in different places for a time, but finally settled down to the business of market gardening near Detroit, where, from all that I can learn, he is making a good living.
Frank S.Flint, "Old Silver," originally hailed from St.Louis, where he first came into notice as the back stop of an amateur team.
He came to us direct from the Indianapolis Club, where he had been engaged in catching the delivery of "the only Nolan," who was at that time one of the most celebrated of the League pitchers.

He was a fine ballplayer, a good, hard worker, but a weak batter, batting being his weakest point.