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tail with careless dignity, "there is a very nice tortoise- 

 shell pussy waiting there for me !" 



"But, do you know the way back?" asked True, in- 

 terested and not failing to admire, and be duly im- 

 pressed, by Caesar's swagger and importance. 



'T know the way back well enough," the cat bragged ; 

 but added with disgust, 'Tn very truth, the jade who 

 put me in the bag forgot to shake the dust out of it; 

 but such a trifle could not blind meT 



A very happy playground was the Whitman barn- 

 yard. Beside the horses there were two little red-and- 

 white calves who romped in a way that entertained but 

 almost drove Caesar crazy. Before them he would flee, 

 round and round, instead of getting out of their way at 

 once! 



A curly-tailed, twinkling-eyed pig, very fat and funny, 

 shared their life for a time ; but one day he disappeared, 

 noisily, and never returned. 



In those days the memory of the British was fresh 

 in the minds of all ; the War of the Revolution had been 

 over but a short eight years and the name "Red-Coat" 

 still had an ominous sound. Gipsey, being an Ameri- 

 can mother, taught her son to hate the British and told 

 him war-tales that made him quiver with patriotism. 



One day the colt invented a game which he called 

 "Chasing the Red-Coat," and fine fun it was, to be sure ! 

 With one accord the calves and True made Caesar the 

 "Red-Coat" because he was such a fleet runner ! That 

 Caesar did not think much of the game was obvious as 

 he dashed wildly at a tree and running up its trunk sat 

 spluttering at them, his fur on end, his tail straight in 

 the air. 



Being interrupted by Silas, — for daily exercise and 

 practise in the arts of being bitted and led about — never 

 annoyed the colt. The calves and Caesar watched these 



