XXXVIIL—The Colt 



WHEN I got home from the city I found 

 that a great event had happened. A 

 colt had arrived, and although it was 

 almost eleven o'clock on a cloudy night, 

 there was great disappointment because I would not 

 take a lantern and hunt through a fifteen-acre mead- 

 ow to get a look at the little stranger. I was firm 

 on the point, however, and denied myself the pleas- 

 ure until the following morning. But we all went 

 out to see the colt before breakfast, much to the 

 distress of Dolly, who thought we had come to take 

 him away and was ready to defend him with her life. 

 She circled around him with her ears laid back, and 

 when any one approached too near she unlimbered 

 her heels for action. I foresee quite a job when she 

 must be caught and put into harness again. Consid- 

 ering the matter from an artistic point of view, I 

 fail to see why she should be so proud of her off- 

 spring. At present he seems to be all neck and legs 

 — like the chickens they use to make boarding-house 



