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tail like a waterfall ; with a foot like a sledge, and a leg 

 like a bundle of wires ; with a shoulder and quarter just 

 fitted to the most perfect back and barrel ever seen ; 

 as mild as the moonbeams when Jerusha drives him, 

 and as stormy as the ''vexed Boothes" when I take 

 him in hand, and call on him; capable of seventy-five 

 miles in a day in single harness without weariness to 

 himself or his driver, and able to wear out any horse 

 I ever hitched him with in double harness ; a dis- 

 criminating horse, who knows me above everybody else, 

 knows what I like and what I want, does it, and can 

 trot any day in 2.40. His name, sir, is Jim, as I told 

 you ; and a rare horse he is. Now, that is one family, — 

 three good ones, and two poor ones, no two in any 

 respect alike (except in color), either in speed, or 

 shape, or temperament, or size, or appearance. Neither 

 physically nor morally did they resemble each other. 



I have had another family, sir, quite as remarkable 

 as this. Many years ago I purchased a large white 

 Messenger mare, raised in the State of Maine, — a 

 mare of great courage, strength, and speed. She stood 

 fifteen hands three inches high, and weighed, when in 

 good condition, nearly eleven hundred. She was a 

 great mare every way. She had had two colts by 

 Ethan Allen when I bought her, — one a clumsy, heavy- 

 gaited, dull brute, sixteen hands high, with a big head, 

 a bad fore-leg, a curby hind-leg adorned with bog 

 spavins ; the other a bay colt, analogous to his brother 

 in every respect, except that his curbs were smaller, 



