THE EARTH'S BOUNTY 



of the cart, with some vague idea of Dragging 

 me out. When I at last persuaded him to stop, 

 and was able to bring Zephyrina to reason, 

 and her feet to earth, several people had ar- 

 rived on the scene. The stout old storekeeper, 

 between his puffs and gasps, informed us that 

 the " blasted creature " was " a jack rabbit, 

 and not a horse." 



Poor Zephyrina! From that day she was 

 known throughout the neighborhood as the 

 " crazy jack rabbit." Gossip carried accounts 

 of several such performances to the ears of my 

 husband and mother, who became so distress- 

 ful of Zephyrina's future conduct, and my 

 safety, that she was lent to a young fellow 

 who wanted a saddle horse, and eventually 

 given to him when he was going out West on 

 to his uncle's ranch, from where he occasionally 

 writes, telling of some new proof of the " jack 

 rabbit's " wonderful sense and affection. 



But to return to the practical. Every farm 

 must have work horses, and every country 

 home should have a nice driving horse. Both 



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