126 FARMING IT 



Daniel, and his wife, the Professor and his wife, 

 my own family, and several other neighbors, to 

 greet me and shower congratulations upon me. 



It was the first time that a colt of unblemished 

 ancestry had been foaled in that neighborhood, 

 and it was delightful to witness the genuine 

 appreciation of our friends. I really felt as if 

 I were the chosen instrument to lead them to 

 material improvement in the most important 

 branch of farm-life. 



And so, escorted by my friends, I walked tri- 

 umphantly toward the paddock, trying hard not 

 to show too openly the pride and elation I felt, 

 and listening to the heartfelt encomiums of my 

 friends. 



" Well," said our friend Daniel enthusiastically, 

 "I have bred horses all my life, and I am bound 

 to say it is one of the most perfect types I have 

 yet seen. And when a colt shows its character- 

 istics so young, you may be sure that they are 

 going to stay with it during life." 



I beamed with pride. 



"Was there ever a truer saying than * blood 

 will tell,' Daniel?" asked my venerable father. 



"Never, George," replied Daniel. " See how 

 strongly the remarkable qualities of his sire ap- 

 pear in the colt. W T hy Lady M., good animal 

 that she is, is not in the same class with the colt." 



I beamed some more. 



