FOUNDER OF HIS RACE 71 



"Know you not," she asked, astonished at his youth- 

 ful ignorance, "how it came to be broadcast here?" 



"Not I !" whinneyed True. Suffice it that he was en- 

 joying its satisfying plentifulness to the fullest after his 

 hard day in the plow. 



And she told him. 



After the massacre, in which her master, Experience 

 Davis, had been captured, in plundering Zadock Steele's 

 hut, before burning it, an Indian found a sack of valu- 

 able grass-seed. He put it over his shoulder and started 

 ofif down the valley. 



After a while he noticed, vaguely, that his load, un- 

 like the usual manner of loads, became lighter the 

 farther he travelled, but he stupidly did not think to 

 glance over his shoulder at his burden. 



When he reached Dog River there was not a grass-seed 

 left in the sack ! 



Through a tiny hole in the bag he had, unintention- 

 ally, sown this wonderful seed all the way from Ran- 

 dolph, and for years it grew up, unmowed, uneaten, and 

 almost man-high, to make the White River Valley fam- 

 ous, and supply grass and hay for farmers and horses. 



