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to his will with a wrist of iron, yet pats and 

 soothes as he might a frightened child. 



Sweetness and strength ! That is all the 

 magic. The rein is a channel through 

 which intelligence goes most subtly. Fear, 

 anger, nervousness, flash along it to the ten- 

 der mouth set up their counterparts in the 

 poor beast. So, too, do strength, courage, 

 radiant good will. The black colt knows 

 his rider feels him vividly to the core of 

 his quick intelligence will serve him un- 

 questioning to the limit of speed and stay. 



Each is a type. See them forge ahead, 

 the dogs, meantime, running in leaping cir- 

 cles through field and wood either hand. 

 What lank, lithe creatures they are you 

 see plainly the play of muscles under their 

 silken coats. No kennelled darlings they, 

 racing, fine-drawn, with coats and pedigrees 

 of newest fashion. Yet their blood is rich 

 and old. For two hundred years the south 

 country has ridden to their like blue-mot- 

 tled, black-and-tan, 



' ' With ears that sweep away the morning dew, 

 Crook -kneed and dew -lapped like Thessalian 



bulls. 



Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like 

 bells." 



A whimpering challenge comes sharply 



