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ment later recognized her old friend Experience Davis ! 



Fearing- he would pass without seeing her, she whin- 

 neyed, once-and-a-half, as had been her wont. 



Davis stopped, glanced about, mystified, and was going 

 on when she repeated her greeting, anxiously. At that 

 he looked at her, sharply and curiously. Involuntarily 

 he answered, with his old famiHar whistle. 



At sound of this Old Grey was so overcome with joy 

 that she snapped her hitch-rein with a quick jerk, and 

 trotted right up to him ! 



He was so pale and thin from long captivity that she 

 would hardly have known him by sight, alone ; it was 

 his scent that convinced her infallible nostrils that he was 

 really her once ruddy and strong master. 



Davis took her back to the old place where he had 

 just rebuilt the hut and stable and there they had lived 

 happily together ever since. 



On the Highway from Boston to Canada, stood Bene- 

 dict's Tavern, and here True often met distinguished 

 horses on their way to or from the race course on The 

 Plains of Abraham, in Quebec, where men sent their 

 horses from great distances to test their speed against 

 other horses. There were then, in the United States of 

 America, no race-courses. 



It was at this stage-house, no doubt, that in True was 

 first born that racing spirit, of which nothing came for 

 a long time. 



In the late winter of his first year at Randolph, Mas- 

 ter Morgan fell ill with lung-trouble ; he had to give 

 up his teaching and singing and, finding he could not 

 afford to keep a horse, hired True out to one Robert 

 Evans, a farmer and hunter, soHd as granite, and kindly, 

 to clear fifteen acres of heavv-timbered land. 



