A Boy and a Dog 



where the cattle grazed. Together 

 they had waded in the water where 

 the creek was forded. They under- 

 stood each other perfectly, and you 

 don't know just what fate awaits a 

 companion like that when you delib- 

 erately take your way to the city streets 

 and leave him out there to the tender 

 mercies of strangers. Maybe they will 

 be kind to him. I don't see how they 

 could be otherwise if they really know 

 him. But maybe he will fall into 

 hands that will not appreciate him. 

 Maybe he will be abused. So saying 

 goodbye to the pony of your youth is 

 one of the first real sorrows of your 

 life. And yet those words of George 

 G. Vest cannot fairly be applied to an 

 equine chum, however fond you may 

 be of each other. Your pony will not 

 be long in adapting himself to the 

 individuality of a new master. A 

 sufficiency of oats and hay at oppor- 

 tune moments will go a long way to- 

 wards reconciling your dear old pony 



