134 MY horse; my loye 



He remains a savage, and as a savage cannot always be 

 trusted. But when he is caught and fairly tamed, he can 

 do more hard, steady work in a day, than the pampered, 

 petted, stabled horse of the East, could do in three. This 

 broncho is our national type, evolved by the climate of the 

 plains, and in direct contrast to the tame, gentle and 

 affectionate Arab, reared in the wilds of the scorching, 

 unprotected desert. Small in size, they are both hardy, 

 enduring, and able to travel great distances without fatigue, 

 and here the two extremes of climate seem to develop 

 similar characteristics of endurance. When we can con- 

 trol our climate we may be able to develop fixed types ; 

 but until then, it must be our excuse that something 

 different from what we so often expect, appears. 



The shrewdest and most thoughtful observers and 

 students of animal life are frequently those, who give 

 not to the doubting world the benefit of their wisdom 

 and experience. Too often they are misunderstood, and 

 any facts that seem strange and new, and yet are as old 

 as the memory of man, are received with doubt, contempt 

 and ridicule. In a way we Americans are a self-satisfied, 

 self-sufficient people, proclaiming our patriotic love for our 

 newly-founded institutions, by ignoring the wisdom gained 

 in the Old World through centuries of practical experience. 

 Many things that we have never thought about at all, or 

 that are just beginning to present themselves to our intelli- 

 gence, have occupied the close attention of foreign govern- 

 ments for hundreds of years. Facts are stubborn things, 

 and cannot be obliterated by any amount of denial or 

 argument. The Austrian, French, Russian, Italian and 

 other European governments have studied deeply the blood 

 cause in horses, and having a wide and comprehensive 



