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" Get in, boys. Springs a leetle weak 

 for three, but Syb don't mind if anything 

 busts." 



" That 's a pretty mare, Jim, where did 

 you get her?" 



''Traded! Traded with a feller over 

 to Madison when she was a colt. Aint 

 she a beaut ? " 



" What does the name Syb stand for, 

 Jim?" 



"Sybil!" 



" How in the name of goodness did you 

 ever come to name a colt Sybil ?" 



" Sybil ? Why, that was the name of 

 the gal of the feller I got the colt of. 

 Sech a gol darned purty gal, I named 

 the colt after her, knowin' it must grow 

 up beautiful with sech a name." 



" Do you know what a sibyl is, Jim ?" 



" No. It must be somethin' too gol 

 darned sweet and beautiful fer these parts, 

 'ceptin' as I Ve got it in that mare." 



Sybil was really a most beautiful and 

 intelligent little mare, and Jim had made 

 her his pet. The tenderness that his 

 knotty hands displayed in managing her 



