FOUNDER OF HIS RACE 6i 



books in his saddle bags ; it was this life True had come 

 to share. There was a comfortable stable but no stable- 

 mates, and had they not been constantly on the go, True 

 might have been lonely ; he came to look for their trips 

 with much content and cantered along right willingly 

 from one place to another. 



For a time he was hitched outside the schoolhouse 

 door, but when Master Morgan found he would come 

 at his whistle, he let the little horse graze at will — the 

 bridle fastened securely to the saddle — and to make the 

 acquaintance of other horses during school hours. He 

 knew well True would not abuse this privilege and wan- 

 der too far. 



Thus the first weeks of his stay at Randolph were 

 passed. 



As winter set in his sensitive ears detected, high in 

 the air, a snapping of the cold which disturbed him no 

 little, owing to his fear of storms. One night, when this 

 sound was more audible than it had ever been, he pawed 

 and stamped so restlessly that Justin Morgan came to 

 find out what the matter was. 



As the stable door opened there flashed through it a 

 flood of crimson light. In the North great shafts pierced 

 from the horizon high into the centre of the heavens. 

 Poor True gave a moan of fright and crowded into a 

 corner of his stall — it looked so like that awful fire in 

 which old Piebald Ceph had lost his life. 



Master Morgan closed the door hurriedly. 



*'Why, you poor horse," he said, kindly, " 'tis nothing 

 but the Northern lights. Steady, now, steady." 



'Twas not so much the words as the tone and the 

 gentle pats on his shoulder that pacified True. He felt 

 at once that his master would take care of him and 

 calmed himself like a sensible animal. 



When he was quieted Justin Morgan climbed into the 



