CHAPTEE III. 



FEEDING CAMP LIFE "FALCON" THE IDEAL OF A MODEL 

 ROADSTER. 



PRECEPTOR. You were right that we would get an en- 

 joyable breakfast. It is a favorite meal with me, as my 

 general custom is to spend an hour or two in the open 

 air before partaking of the matutinal entertainment. The 

 weather has to be severe, indeed, that confines me in- 

 doors, and I never need a morning cup to give me an 

 appetite, which I always indulge by eating plenty of the 

 bounties our mother Nature has so plenteously provided 

 for us. It is a difficult task to get a horse in order that 

 is a delicate feeder, and I am inclined to think that nine 

 in ten which trouble us by mincing over their feed, re- 

 fusing to eat more than a quart or so at a time, owe this 

 bad habit to rearing. Many think when the colt is 

 weaned it is able to take care of itself, turning it out in 

 the barn yard to fight for every mouthful of hay it gets, 

 with older colts and all of the horned cattle of the farm. 

 It manages to live through the winter and that is all. 

 Whe$ the spring conies, it is turned out as soon as the 

 grass shows green. There is less sustenance in the short 

 watery blades than even the straw possessed, which had 

 been if s principal food through the winter. The stomach 

 loses its tone, and ever after is weak, not having the 

 muscular strength to properly prepare the food in' it, or 

 gastric JT.GQI sufficient to form the healthy chyle that 



