04 THE HORSE'S RESCUE. 



degrees of changes from natural. My head rings from 

 being bent over so much. 



Supper is over. Let us go and see the Kentucky- 

 hunter. 



" Kit, this is the night you were to show yourself 

 to those boys that examined you.'' 



The reader must bear in mind that this mare had 

 not been seen by anyone but myself. 



"There, Bill Jones, straddle this mare" (Bill Jones 

 Yv^as a boy). " Let her sail." 



She did sail better than any horse they had. She 

 was a good one. Some of the men were there who 

 seen her in a stiffened condition. Do you think that 

 attracted their attention ? It did not, and that 

 is the reason I am writing this work. Next day 

 I had business at Kelloggsville to pay a stallion license. 

 (I have kept stallions.) It was nineteen miles, hubby 

 and rough. I was on the Moravia flats eaily 

 in the morning. Gird Mead was leading his horses 

 across the road to water. I saw him. I knew him, 

 and knew where he lived, when I traded with 

 his hired man, Sam. He did not know me; never 

 had seen me, as I knew. It is a good time to sur- 

 prise hmi. He thought he had played sharp on 

 me. The flats were worn quite smooth, and that was 

 all the smooth road I found on that trip I let her 

 sail. I saw him looking and pulled up and asked, 

 " How far is it to Kelloggsville ?" 



" About six miles." 



I saw him looking at the mare's fore legs. 



'*'Do vou know her?" said I. 



**\VelL I had a marc that would match her very 



