1892^ On the Road 



The strenuous duties of the academic year, 

 supplemented by continuous scientific work which 

 I was not wiUing to abandon, rendered it continu- 

 ously imperative that I should, whenever possible, 

 find new vigor in the open. I have always been 

 fond of riding and driving. For two or three years 

 I used to ride about the country on a wiry, black 

 bronco. Mr. Stanford rightly thought I ought to 

 have a better mount, and he pointed out "Flood- Fioodmon 

 more," a fine bay thoroughbred which he said 

 should be mine when the foreman had given it a 

 little more training. But after his death — which 

 soon followed — the University was in such straits 

 for money that I had not the heart to claim the 

 beast, and he was sold with the rest, ultimately 

 making a fine record as a racer. 



Until the automobile owned our roads, I always 

 kept a fine carriage span, which I drove almost 

 daily about the great Campus. Three or four of 

 my horses came from the Stock Farm, where those 

 not likely to succeed on the race course were sold 

 to the public. But even the less speedy animals 

 were beautiful creatures and fine roadsters — sleek, 

 sensitive, and intelligent. 



For our trips to the many charming places within joyous 

 less easy reach, I often hired plebeian horses from 

 the livery stables, and thus we covered in time 

 many hundreds of miles in California. Our Yo- 

 semite outing was the first of a series of joyous 

 excursions which brought us close to the heart of 

 the land, and extended through the length and 



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