to the Jewett covered track. I generally drive him 

 over to the hotel at East Aurora and hitch him under 

 a shed when I go to lunch. He is very fond of carrots, 

 and I always intend to put three in my pocket and 

 feed him two before I go to lunch and the other when 

 I am ready to start back. If I have the carrots for 

 him, he seems perfectly happy and will be cheerful all 

 the rest of the day ; but if I happen to forget them, he is 

 mad and acts as ill-natured as does a smoker when de- 

 prived of his after-dinner cigar. The following article, 

 clipped from the columns of a recent number of the 

 '' Youth's Companion," very aptly illustrates different 

 dispositions respecting the fate of a faithful horse 

 after his days of usefulness are over : 



" It was a mournful little procession which filed out 

 of the barn and took its way along the lane towards 

 the pasture. First came Azariah, with the old musket. 

 Then followed Thad, leading a horse, tall, gaunt and 

 aged ; and in the rear, with a shovel over his shoulder, 

 plodded old Benjamin Heminway, the owner of the 

 farm. 



" No one said anything, but all three of the men 

 glanced furtively at the house, and Thad carefully 

 steered old Prince around some outcropping ledges 

 where his shoes would have been likely to make 

 a noise. When they reached the pasture they 

 halted. 



*' ' I s'pose we might's well pull his shoes off,' sug- 

 gested Azariah. 



*' *Yes,' said Thad. ' Three of 'em's nearly new and 

 the other ain't much worn. I brought the hammer 

 along.' 



" He handed it to his brother, who took it and began 

 to pry off the old horse's shoes. 



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