FOUNDER OF HIS RACE 89 



for he liked the musical ring of the hammer on the anvil 

 and the glare of the forge as the handle of the bellows 

 was raised and lowered. 



Montpelier, organized in 1793, was a village of little 

 consequence, but one of its citizens was a man of parts, 

 staunch and true, and destined to rise to the high posi- 

 tion of Secretary of State. His name was David Wing, 

 Jr., and he often borrowed the Morgan from Hawkins 

 for as much as a week at a time. Under the comfortable 

 saddle of Master Wing, Morgan first saw the beautiful 

 Winooski, with its sweep of eddies and currents, its 

 foaming rapids and singing falls. David loved nature 

 and good scenery as much as Morgan and their trips 

 were sweet and pleasant through lovely, fertile valleys 

 and across densely wooded hills ; along frequented high- 

 ways or vague trails through the forests. 



Sometimes they went as far as Burlington and Mor- 

 gan had to cross many streams and wade through foam- 

 ing, circling water, which, when very deep, gave him a 

 sense of adventure. He was always ready to swim if 

 the need came, and would have hesitated at nothing his 

 rider set him to do, such confidence did he feel in Man- 

 wisdom. 



If they were not in a hurry David would allow him to 

 play along the way, knowing well enough the horse 

 would not abuse the privilege. He rode with a loose 

 rein, and on the way home would let the Morgan choose 

 his own gait and trail. The firm touch on the bridle 

 was as light as a woman's, but Morgan was not fooled 

 by it. He well knew this was a rider who would brook 

 no impertinence, and it kept him steady and respectful, 

 even while he took advantage of the permission to frolic 

 a little. 



These two saw many strange sights in their wander- 



