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and medicine, and surreptitiously visiting Scham 

 at night, he fed him, bathed his wounds, and 

 otherwise afforded him what comfort he could. 

 There is little question that the horse would have 

 died during this period had it not been for this 

 care and attention. 



One day an English Quaker, who was staying 

 in Paris, saw Scham pitifully struggling with a 

 load that he could not draw, his master, mean- 

 while, applying a heavy whip. The Quaker was 

 a horseman, and his practised eye promptly took 

 in the points that the French king had failed to 

 see. Clearly, this was no ordinary horse. Ex- 

 amining him and satisfying himself of his age and 

 soundness, he at once purchased him of the carter. 

 Agba, who soon learned of the event, now sought 

 the Quaker and told his story — with the result 

 that he was hired as groom for Scham and both 

 were sent to the Quaker's country seat in England. 



Thus the horse first found himself on English 

 soil and, under good feed and treatment, he soon 

 regained his original beauty and spirit. Indeed, 

 he regained the latter in too large a degree, for 

 the Friend's family, accustomed as they were to 

 colder-blooded animals, became afraid of him and 

 he was sold to a livery-stable keeper, named 

 Rogers. Agba, greatly chagrined at the occur- 

 rence, left the Friend's employ and sought a posi- 



