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orders must be given. An untrained horse 

 would not understand the orders, no matter how 

 good an animal he might be. Antinous might 

 not have been able to ride Bucephalus, and I 

 don't believe that Alexander could have coaxed 

 Rosinante into a Spanish trot. It isn't enough 

 to have a Corliss engine, or enough to have a 

 good engineer: you must have them both, and 

 they must be acquainted with one another. I 

 don't believe that horse would do that for you." 



"No, I don't think he would," Theodore says 

 dryly, for he has been watching, and has reluc- 

 tantly owned to himself that he does not see 

 how the movement is effected. Meantime, you, 

 Esmeralda, have been arduously devoting your- 

 self to maintaining a correct attitude, and are 

 rewarded by hearing somebody in the gallery 

 wonder whether you represent the kitchen 

 poker or Bunker Hill Monument. 



" Don't mind," your master says, encourag- 

 ingly. "It is better to be stiffly erect than to be 

 crooked, and as for the person who spoke, she 

 could not ride a Newfoundland dog," and with 

 that he touches his hat, and rides lightly across 

 the ring to speak to a lady whose horse has, in 



