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me more frequently ; and one day, when 

 his father accompanied him, and the son had 

 hold of the reins, they very much admired 

 a leader I had in my own team. The 

 senior said, 



"Don't you think, Harry, our Johnny" 

 (the name of one of his hunters) " would 

 make a good match for this near leader ? " 



"Match him well," replied the son, "for 

 colour, size, and action." 



" Suppose we give him to Tom " for so 

 he familiarly designated me "the season's 

 over, you know, Harry, boy." 



" He won't go in harness," replied the 

 other. 



Catching at this, and not willing to let 

 so good an offer go by, I said 



"Let me try. I never knew a horse I 

 could not make go, if not a kicker." 



"I'll send him." 



He was sent the following day. I looked 

 at him, and thought him a very likely ani- 

 mal; but I knew his fault, and called to 



