gate, and trotted up with a whinny of wel- 

 come, and stretched his head over the bars to 

 be caressed. After a time we used to slip a 

 halter on his head and lead him into the yard, 

 for breakfast and supper; so, when Mr. Fred 

 had time to really take him in hand, he was 

 nearly as gentle as one of our own rearing, 

 and my most devoted servant, as he always 

 remained. 



Many, nay, most people, have an idea that a 

 stallion is a dangerous animal, unsafe for 

 general use. The Mogul was spirited, of 

 course, but as gentle and good-tempered as a 

 lamb. I have driven him everywhere, even to 

 stock farms and auctions, where there were 

 all sorts of strange horses, and he never be- 

 came unruly. He could be trusted to go down 

 from the stable, after he was saddled, to my 

 call, and would follow me anywhere, even in 

 the woods, where branches had to be dodged 

 and brush pushed through. 



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