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pearance from other colts running by day in 

 that flat country, under the California sun- 

 shine, there in Napa County, with now and 

 then a strange salty tang from San Pablo Bay, 

 not many miles distant, borne on the breeze. 



They came across the pasture, halting now 

 and then, while one of the pair would point a 

 finger toward one or other of us colts, and the 

 other would assign a name. I edged close to 

 them, for my curiosity was aroused, and from 

 what they said I understood that our owner, 

 Mr. A. B. Spreckels, had negleaed to regsiter 

 us until the last moment, and that Bill Carroll, 

 our trainer, had brought him to the pasture for 

 the purpose of naming us. 



"There's a beauty," said Spreckels, indicating 

 a brown colt running by the side of Salvatrix. 



"Yes," said the trainer, "sired by Runny- 

 mede. Same as that colt yonder." 



He indicated me. Mr. Spreckels regarded 

 me quizzically. 



"Not much similarity," he said in a disap- 



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