THIRTEEN] SECURING OUR ALLIES 
these, a cousin of the celebrated Patchin, suddenly 
stopped. The Bishop jumped from the sleigh and 
could distinguish a short strip of Indian trail. 
Bashaw followed it, and when his mate was in- 
clined to turn out, he put his teeth into his neck and 
forced him to obey. ‘‘ When at last we reached 
the Agency,” says the Bishop, “ Bashaw turned his 
great eyes upon me, and said with a whinny as 
plainly as with words, we are all right now, master. 
He was my friend and companion for over fifty 
thousand miles, always full of spirit, and gentle as 
a girl. He saved my life many times when lost on 
the prairies. In summer’s heat and winter’s storm 
he was always patient, hopeful, cheerful, and loved 
by every one that knew him.” 
I can hardly refuse myself the pleasure of copi- 
ous illustrations of the capacity of an honorably 
treated horse to cooperate in many of the occupa- 
tions and purposes of a country home. I have 
known of more than one horse allowed to go on 
errands which involved rational understanding. 
One, a devotedly trusty animal, took its master’s 
children two miles to a school-house each morning, 
and then returned to his home without accident or 
loss of time. Being harnessed again at night, he 
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