fifteen] happy animals 



self-control, of self-mastery, comes through train- 

 ing something else. Every boy on a farm ought 

 each year to have a dog or a colt to train, or a pair 

 of steers to break. One day last summer my at- 

 tention was attracted to a boy and a pair of steers 

 in a city street. They were Holsteins, with great 

 patches of white on shoulder and flank, beauti- 

 ful with their even-turned horns, straight backs, 

 heads shapely, legs shapely, and eyes as gentle as 

 doves. It was necessary for him to exercise self- 

 control. He could not have broken those steers to 

 go with him through a crowded city street unless 

 he had also broken himself. He was cleanly 

 dressed, had guileless eyes, a wholesome face, and 

 was a manly match for his own steers." 



At Alton, 111., resided, until recently, a man 

 named James Chessen, who trained all the ani- 

 mals on his farm until they became almost human 

 in their behavior. He talked to them as he would 

 to human beings, and they seemed to have a full 

 understanding of his conversation. Horses would 

 follow him like dogs, and become apparently as- 

 similated to his opinions on matters quite foreign 

 to horse life. He owned one of the celebrated 

 Wilkes stock of race horses, that seemed to posi- 



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