PRINCESS TRIXIE 



CHAPTER 1. 



Mv First Recollection. 



V MY memorj' has not played me a trick and filled 

 ni)- brain with weird fancies, my first recollection 

 tlatcs hack to April in 1895. I remember a pleas- 

 ant meadow, a running brook, a nearby orchard, 

 a spacious barn and a handsome house where my 

 master lived. Elverjthing was new to me and I 

 was often alarmed and scared by things that I 

 never notice any more and pay no attention to at 

 all. Of course I did not know then what was 

 harmful. But since I have been educated I know 

 how to take care of mj'self and how to guard 

 against dangers and pitfalls. Like all young colts I did many very 

 foolish things at first, but I soon learned to do better. And the 

 better I did the happier I was. My home was near Humboldt, 

 Iowa. I often saw cit}- folks pass by and I thought that they 

 were the funniest things imaginable. Their dress was so odd. 



My mother's name was Gypsy Queen. She was trained by 

 Prof. W. A. Sigsbee, a noted educator of animals. No grandee 

 or ancient dame was more proud than my mother. At an early 

 age she called me to her side and said: "You are young and can't 

 be expected to know everything. It is my duty tO' tell you. I have 

 noticed you playing with those Norman colts over in the other 

 pasture. Now take my advice and don't waste your time with 

 them. They are rough and coarse. They have no refinement 

 whatever. When they grow up they will be hitched to a dray 

 or made to pull a scraper or a lumber wagon. Their mother goes 

 out to plow in the field all day. She has had no educational ad- 

 vantages and couldn't have learned much if she had been so favored. 



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