Bobbie's face lighted up with his 

 genial smile. 



" Yours, Mrs. Nimrod, is all right, 

 I'll warrant. She was offered to us 

 for twenty dollars by an impecunious 

 cowboy who was stopping here a day 

 or two. Kentuck he called her! 

 She is a beauty for a mountain pony, 

 slim, light, clean built, with chestnut 

 coat, almost glossy in spite of no 

 grooming, long black mane and tail. 

 There must be a good strain of the 

 blue grass in her suppose that ac- 

 counts for her name and easy 

 gaited, she can go like the wind. 

 The mountain mixture makes her 

 tough." 



Nimrod nodded "A thorough- 

 bred Kentuckian would go to pieces 

 in these mountains." 



"Of course, couldn't stand the 

 hills and the altitude. I have ridden 

 the horse for a couple of days. 

 She is great, a flyer, easy on the bit, 

 no tricks, gentle, high-strung. I 

 closed that bargain like a shot, and 

 afterwards told the chap he was 

 crazy for letting her go. He was 

 mounted on a shabby cow pony. 

 ' She's all the things you say, and a 



