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encountered during the remainder of their journey 

 were few in number. There were hardships, priva- 

 tions, and perils. But one morning at daybreak, after 

 a night of travel, the white walls of the tents in a 

 large encampment were seen far down the valley. 

 Ashley's blood moved faster as he gazed, and he 

 could not repress a shout of joy upon seeing the stars 

 and stripes flying from a tall staff above the snowy 

 tents. It meant indeed l home again.' 



Visitors to the Blue Grass region of Kentucky 

 often remark the beauty of a country seat in one of 

 the most picturesque locations of the State. The 

 attractive house, the neat stables, the well-kept 

 grounds, all indicate the presence of persons of refine- 

 ment and taste. It was my good fortune to be 

 entertained at luncheon in this home on a certain 

 day, when with a well-known gentleman of Louis- 

 ville we were travelling by wagon and incidentally 

 viewing fine horses. While our animals were being 

 cared for, we looked through the stables. An espe- 

 cially bright and intelligent filly caught my eye. I 



