THE RED COW 



back his ears at the approach of the yearhng 

 showed that he was willing to fight him at a moment's 

 notice. The yearling, however, seemed to know what 

 to do in such a case. When the sun began to rise 

 he started to gallop around the field snorting and 

 kicking at imaginary enemies. As I watched his ex- 

 hibitions of speed I couldn't help wondering if he 

 could be made to show any of it under a harness. 

 His mother is a sedate dowager who often shows 

 plenty of speed when I go to catch her in the pasture 

 field, but in the harness nothing short of a black 

 snake whip can get her off the "cord-wood trot." 

 The colt was watching the yearling's antics, and at 

 last he couldn't help joining the fun. With tail in 

 the air he started after his big brother, and they 

 galloped all over the pasture, kicking at one another 

 and snorting. When they tired of their play they 

 were comfortably warm, and went to the bank of the 

 Government drain, where there was long grass that 

 was free from snow, and proceeded to have break- 

 fast. After this the colt will probably know that 

 when the ground is white the finest thing in the world 

 to make him feel comfortable will be a good, brisk 

 run. 



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