FOUNDER OF HIS RACE 41 



CHAPTER V. 



TRUE MEETS HIS FATHER. 



"'Oh, 'twas a joyful sound to hear, 

 Our tribes devoutly say, 

 Up Israel, to the Temple haste. 

 And keep your festal day !' " 



It was Justin Morgan, singing his favorite hymn, in 

 his light tenor voice, and True pointed his ears to better 

 hear the agreeable sound. 



Master Morgan was not a strong man physically, and 

 his ways were those of a scholar and student, but he was 

 lovable and staunch and true, and, lilting the stave of 

 "Mear" he set out on the road to the southward. 



Along the bank of the tranquil river stretched the 

 highway to Hartford, and it was Master Morgan's plan 

 to exhibit his new horse at the great fair so soon to be 

 held in that fine city. 



It was near sunset when they arrived, and True stepped 

 out so smartly, and Justin Morgan, being a great rider, 

 the people paused in the streets to admire them, as they 

 cantered easily on to the public stable to rest and refresh 

 themselves. 



True's name was now changed to 'Tigure," the name 

 once borne by a famous horse, dead some years since ; 

 and under this name he came to be known through the 

 columns of that very respected paper, The Hartford 

 Coiirant. 



"Next to his own father, sir," True heard the hostler 

 say, as he led him into a stall and snapped the catch of 

 the halter into the ring. "Now what do you think of 



