I pity her but I don't wish to trot in her class. You should have 

 ambition and fill some high place in life. 'Hitch your chariot to 

 a star.' If you grow up ignorant and coarse you will not be fitted 

 for the higher walks; and you will be put to dull, stupid work 

 with the work-aday draft horse. It's just the same with people." 



This set me to thinking, and I resolved to so live that I would 

 be the best favored by my master. When my mother whinnied to 

 me I trotted to her side immediately and I kept aloof from the 

 other colts who had learned no manners and were lowly born and 

 bred. When they kicked viciously, and squealed and bit each 

 other I was shocked beyond measure and day by day I saw the 

 wisdom of my mother's remarks. The other colts were not so bad, 

 but they didn't seem to "sabbie," as my young master Ray used to 

 say. 



I shall always remember the day when my mother whinnied to 

 me and I went to her at the gate to our master's house. Just 

 beyond the fence stood a beautiful Arabian horse. I had never seen 

 a horse so handsome and noble in my life. They called him 

 Boniveta. How my heart leaped with joy when I learned that 

 he was my father. He was so gentle and kind that no one could 

 be cruel enough to mistreat him. There were a great many fine- 

 looking people there, and Boniveta, to please those present, gave 

 an exhibition of his learning. I never saw anything so wonderful. 

 I shall always remember how happy Boniveta's master seemed 



when he gave com- 

 mands that were 

 quickly executed. I 

 w as inspired and ex- 

 alted. I could see 

 that Boniveta and 

 his master under- 

 stood each other al- 

 most perfectly. I saw 

 liow vastly pleased 

 the master was when 

 Boniveta obeyed. 

 And that decided my 

 life. I made a resolve 



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