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at-the-heels, and the proprietor appeared in 

 keeping with his hostelry. His name was 

 Johren. 



"That colt," said Mr. Whitney, with a dis- 

 gusted laugh, "Ho! He's Johren." 



And Johren, Mose added, became one of 

 the best three-year-olds of his year. 



"Keep yo' head up, boy," said Mose. "Yo's 

 got a strong hea't an' a even disposishun. 'At's 

 what yo needs. Yo' jes wait. Yo'll beat 'em 

 yit." 



It was pretty hard for me to keep up my 

 courage during the next year and a half, how- 

 ever, I can tell you. I was foaled at some 

 period during 1919, and automatically became 

 a year old the following New Year's Day. 

 That's the way it is with us horses. The first 

 of the year after our birth makes us yearlings. 

 It was the time I was waiting for. Because, 

 on becoming a yearling, my training would 

 begin. And deep down within me something 

 kept telling me: "Courage, my friend. You 



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