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THE HORSE FAIR

JAMES BALDWIN

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NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1895

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THITHERWARD
"I run before TMy horse to Tnarket."-Richard III.
"fEE up, old fellow! Now go on!"
A These words were spoken by a barefooted boy
plowilg corn in a lonely field; and they were ad-
dressed to the old farmn-horse which he was driving.
He was nearing the eml Af the last rq1w that was to be
plowed that day.
"Gee up, Kiron! (lo old a little fartlh.er. Oh, who
ever saw so hot a day in Juiio! " cried ihe I. A, wiping
his face with his sleeve. " Whoa, haw! Now, turn
in un(ler the shade of the maple, and we '11 rest a bit
before we go home. Whoa!"
Loosing the horse from the plow, and then leaving
him to take care of himself, the boy threw himself
face downward among the grass and blossoming clover
that grew in the shade of the tree. It was only five
o'clock in the afternoon, and he would not be ex-
pected at the farmhouse until six. He would have
an hour to himself, to rest and read. He drew a thin,
thumb-worn volume from his pocket and began to

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turn the leaves. But he was hot, tired, foot-sore, and
unhappy, and it was some time before he could com-
pose himself sufficiently to begin reading.
Philip Lawrence was not a plowboy from choice;
he was not a farmer's son; and the (lay's task which
he had just finished had been a hard one. If his
dear mother had not died while his father was far
away in New Zealand, and if his father had not been
so long coming home,-or lost at sea, as some folks
said,-things might have been very different. Very
different, too, would life have seemed had his Uncle
Joshua, who had given him a home for the work lie
could do, been kinder to the lad. But the horny-
handed old farmer was a hard worker, intent on
making money and saving it, and hence he was no
easy taskmaster. In his practical eyes boys were of
no use e-Ica-.,t for the labor they could perform; and
he had had Philip with him bilt a short time when he
pronour.ced him ' a g(ood-for-na-aght, always dreamin'
over a silly hook, xr gon' crazy over a purty horse."
The lad's dear, dad noother had indulged him in
such fancies. He had once had a pony of his own;
and in his little room in their city home there had been
six shelves full of delightful books, all of which he
had read. Now everything was changed. His uncle
had sold the pony because, as he said, he had no more
use for fanev horses than for fancy boys. He had also
burned some of the books, partly to show his contempt
for the boy's love of reading, and partly because they
contained what he called "silly stories of queer bein's
that never lived nowhere, and of heroes, and kings,
and knights, and castles, and all such foolish and un-

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profitable things." He could never get any work from
the boy, he said, while so many books were around.
" Why, he even took them to the field with him, and
the first thing I knew he was holdin' the plow-handle
with one hand and the book with the other, while the
plow was a-scoopin' up whole rows of young corn. Of
course I could n't allow such business as that, and so I
had to destroy the books."
Philip had saved some of the precious volumes
-had hidden a fine old book of fairy stories under
the hay in the barn, and three or four others under
the rafters in the garret where he slept. And he
had partly consoled hinmself for the loss of the pony
by taking ail interest in his uncle's farm-horses; for
next to a book there was nothing so interesting to
him as a horse, however old and ungainly it might
be. And so an understanding seemed to have sprung
up between the lad and the dumb animals, and the
dumbest of them soon came to know him as a friend.
There were some of the younger horses that he par-
ticularly admired, and nothing would have pleased him
better than to mount upon the back of one of them
and have a fine canter over the fields, such as he used
to have upon his pony. But this his uncle forbade.
"Them beasts ain't for horseback-ridin',"' he said;
"and I guess you are as able to walk as they are.
If you want to ride Old Dobbin to and from the
fields, when you 're tired and he ain't, I can't say that
I care. But that 's all the horsebaek-ridin' you can
have on this farm."
Old Dobbin was the family horse-the horse-of-
all-work-a steady nag with more horse sense than

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beauty, and more patience than sprightliness. When
a heavy load was to be moved, a bard field to be
plowed, or any careful piece of work to be done, the
order was always
given to hitch up
Old Dobbin. And
he was less hand-
some than any
other horse on the
farm. His head
was large, his neck
was short, his back
was bowed out of
shape with the
bearing of heavy
burdens, and his
shaggy legs were
Ia inEDY hisG lokTH and iwath crooked, ungainly,
SENS- TIIAN MhAUTY.
abid slow-moving
as those of any ox. But there was a look of wisdom
and patience in his big sorrowful eyes that made
every one forget his homeliness and forgive his uin-
couth ways. Indeed, there seemed to be sohething
human in his look, and it was that which iade Philip
his best friend from the day of their first acqluain-
tance; and the boy, dimly remembering something
that lie had read in one of his story-books, had never
called him Old Dobbin, but had renamed him Kiron.
Farmer Joshua had made no objection to the change
of naine. " You may call him what you please," he
said; " I guess he '11 always be on hand when he 's
wanted. And, by the way, I expect you and him to

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do all the plowin' in the back field this summer. He 's
slow, but he 's mighty careful; and he 'd as soon take
a whippin' as step on a hill of young corn."
And so it had happened that almost every da!
during the hot June weather Philip and Kiron had
been sent out to the back field, two miles away, to
plow the corn. That the life of a farmer's boy was
anything but a life of play, Philip had learned long
ago, and-
"I would n't mind the work," he cried out desper-
ately, as lie lay among the grass thinking of these
things-" I would n't mind the work if I might have
only a little play now and then. If I could have gone
to the horse fair down at Greenport this afternoon
I would n't have asked for anything else. All the
other boys went-they always go-and the finest
horses in the county were to trot round the race
track. But I can never go anywhere or see anything.
It 's nothing but work, work, work, day in and day
out, all the summer long. But I won't-"
A queer sound startled him. Was it some one
softly laughing He raised himself on his elbow
and looked around. There was nobody in sight. The
old horse, with his eyes half shut and a wisp of long
grass in his mouth, was dozing quietly in the shade
close to the fence. No other creature could be seen.
Tile noise must have been made by some bird hidden
in the branches overhead, or by a lonely grasshopper
chirruping the news that the hottest part of the day
was now past. Wondering whether he had not been
dreaming, Philip lay down again and began to read
from his book. The words, however, seemed to be

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curiously jumbled together, and he had scarcely gotten
through the first paragraph when he was again aroused
by the same sound as before - only it was a trifle
louder. It was certainly some one laughing, and near
at hand, too. He leaped to his feet and looked quickly
and sharply about him. He saw a crow slowly wing-
ing its way across the field, and that was the only
living creature in sight except Kiron. He looked
again at the good horse standing half hidden in the
angle of the fence. Ah! What had come over the
old fellow Philip was so astounded at what he saw
that he was unable for the moment either to move
or to speak.
Could it really be Kiron who stood there Yes,
there was the same long, ungainly head, and there
were the same great sorrowful eyes, wise, patient,
and kind, but with a merry twinkle in the corners
of them which the bov had never seen there before.
And-would you believe it l-there was a visible
smile, a merry, jolly, hearty smile, widening the good
creature's mouth and giving him a strangely human
look. Human look, did I say It was truly so, for it
was a man's face that Philip saw -no horse's, but
a man's face, beaming with good humor and human
kindliness.
Philip rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was
not dreaming, and then he looked again. Not only
did lie see a man's face, but the man himself -a
pleasant old gentleman with a queer little hat on his
head, a gold-headed cane in his hand, and a white
rose pinned to the lapel of his coat. No one could
see him without feeling that he had always known

THITHERWAID

him. Philip could not understand what had hap-
pened. The faithful old Kiron, who had never run
away in his life, had utterly disappeared, and the
stranger had taken his place. The plow was stand-
ing, in the furrow where lie had left it; the bridle was
lying upon the ground; half-way across the field, a
dense cloud of dust was moving rapidly as if stirred
by a whirlwind. Could it be that the animal had be-
come frightened and was fleeing homeward Philip
could not believe otherwise.
The strange gentleman laughed-it was the same
purling, chirruping laughter that had aroused Philip
from his rest in the grass. Then he stepped briskly
forward, smiling all the time, bowed to the boy in a
queer old-fashioned way, and offered his hand.
"A pleasant day to you, my young friend," he said.
And then, before Philip could make any reply, he ad-
(led, "Never mind about the horse. He 's gone, as
you see, and nobody 's to blame for it; and I beg
that vou will allow me to thank you for the honor
vou have so kindly shown me."
Philip was very much puzzled and scarcely knew
what to say. He took the proffered hand in his own,
however, with the feeling that he had met a dear,
good friend.
" I am sure I don't know," lie stammered - " I don't
know what -know what -"
" Of course you don't know what," interrupted the
strang-er. "But you will know what, and much more
than what, by and by. You wanted to go down to
Greenport to-day to see the horses, did n't you"
"I did, indeed, sir," said Philip.

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"But you did n't get to go, did you Well, you
need not grieve about it. It was lucky for you, don't
you know"'
"I beg your pardon, sir; but I don't understand
what you mean."
"Of course you don't understand. But I mean to
sav that I have come to take you to the Horse Fair
with me. You won't refuse, will you"
Philip looked at his bare feet and his torn and
dusty clothing. Then he said: "I am sure I should
like to go, but I-I-that is, my Uncle Joshua-
would-"
"Oh, fie!" cried the old gentleman, striking at the
clover blossoms with his cane. "What does your
Uncle Joshua have to say about it when I am around
You have finished your day's work, and I will make it
all right with Joshua."
"But it is now after five o'clock, and the races are
finished."
"Not a 1it of it! They may be finished at Green-
port, where a few miserable scrubs are whipped round
a ring for the amusement of the country-folk and
the enrichment of gamblers; but I am not talking
about such a fair as that. I want to take you to
quite a different place. I want to show you the
noblest and the most wonderful steeds that the world
has ever known. Will you go with me "
"I would like to do so if it is not too far," said
Philip.
"Oh, as to the distance," answered the stranger,
"you need not have any care about that. The great
park of Morgan the Fay, in which this Horse Fair

THITHERWARD

is being held, is to almost all matter-of-fact, practi-
cal people a very long way off-so far, indeed, that
they never see it, nor even believe that there is such
a place; but it lies very near to all good children
and to many pure-hearted grown people as well.
Nothing is needed but the waving of a wand, or
the whispering of a few magic words, or the sing-
ing of a sweet song, to transport such persons thither.
There is no need of thinking about the distance."
"But," said Philip, looking again at his feet and
his ragged trousers, "I must go home and-"
"No, you must n't. You are dressed far better now
than most folks. You have a blright, clean heart,
and a joyous, trustful nature, and all those other
graces that make men and women and girls and boys
handsome and lovable. If you lacked these, although
you had on your Sunday clothes, you would n't find
me offering to guide you to the great Horse Fair.
But, by the way, you don't know me yet; and I want
to thank you again for the honor you have done me."
" I 'm sure I have n't done anything that you should
thank me for," said Philip, feeling very much puzzled.
Indeed, but you have. You changed my-that
is, you changed Old Dobbin's name, and called him
after me, and I am ever so much obliged to you, and
I am sure Old Dobbin is also. Ah, if you only
knew! If you only knew all that I know, you would
n't wonder that I am proud of my namesake, humble
as lie is."
Philip was now more puzzled than before, and as
he looked up into his strange friend's face he was
even bewildered. Where had lie seen that homely

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countenance, those kind, wise eves, that noble fore-
head Some where, some time -but when and where
"Your namesake!" he cried. " Truly, sir, do you
mean to say that your name is-"
"The very same," interrupted the other. " But
most people spell it nowadays with a C(e instead
of a K, and I have become so used to it that I rather
like to see it so myself. Of course it 's all the sanme
when you pronounce it-and there 's no accounting
for people's tastes in the matter of spelling. I have
a friend whose name is Smith-a good, wholesome,
sweet, industrious name-and yet he will persist in
spelling it S-m-v-t-h-e. And so I persist in spelling
my name as you see it on this card."
The square bit of parehmenit which lie handed to
Philip was yellow with age and soiled by much hand-
ling. The boy turned it over curiously, and read on
one side the following words:

CHEIRON, SCHOOLMASTER
(Formerly of Mount Pelion)

NOW WITH MORGAN THE FAY

Special Attention to the Training of Boys

Philip's eyes grew big with wonder as lie read, and
the old gentleman laughed loudly and chirrupecd with
glee as he saw his confusion.
"Do you know me now !" he asked.

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Philip stammered. "It can't be that you are-are
-the great Cheiron that I have read about. He was
a Centaur, and all the Centaurs were-were- I
" Half horse and half man, eh " interrupted the
old gentleman, with another of his funny laughs.
" You expected me to be a four-footed fellow like the
good friend that left you so mysteriously a few min-
utes ago, did n't you Well, I believe that the old
Greek sculptors did represent my people as such;
and your own artists have put in your story-books
silly pictures of impossible creatures with the bodies
of horses and the shoulders and heads of men; and
that is the idea that most people have of the Centaurs.
But in fact the Centaurs were the first horse-tamers
in Greece, and the most skilful riders ever known;
hence people made up the pretty fable about their
being horse-men. You have heard how the North
American Indians, when they first saw the Spaniards
on horseback, foolishly supposed that horse and man
were inseparable-that both were but a single animal.
Well, it is possible that some of the ancient notions
about the Centaurs originated in the same way."
The old gentleman paused a moment; but as he
walked about, still striking at the clover blossoms
with his cane, Philip could not help looking at his feet.
"No hoofs there!" said the stranger, noticing the
movement of his eyes. " I 'im human to the very soles
of my feet-that is, for to-day. And whether I am
the old Cheiron that you have read about or some
other, it does n't matter now. You may call me by
that name, or you may call me simply the School-
master, and at some later time I will tell you more

about myself. For the present we are interested in
going to the great Horse Fair that is being held in
the land of good Morgan the Fay. Shall we start
right now
"If you please, sir," answered Philip. " But which
way shall we go I I never heard of the place before."
"The land is not marked on any of the maps in
your geographies," said the Schoolmaster; " but if
it were; I suppose you would find it somewhere in
the horse latitudes. In the poet's Golden Atlas, how-
ever, it is drawn very large and is described at great
length. It is, in truth, the abiding-place of all those
beautiful and marvelous creations of the fancy which
have been the admiration and delight of wonder-loving
men and women and children for many ages past.
The mere naming of what may be seen there would
fill volumes. Some of them you will remember having
read about, and others you will hear of when you
are older. There, for instance, are the mighty giants
of old, and the chimera, the harpies, the sirens, the
faunls, the satvlr s, the dlryads, the sea-nymphs, the
mime Muses, the old ship Arqo, the fetters which bound
Prometheus, the sickle and hour-glass of old Father
Time,' the silver bow of Apollo, the winged sandals
of Hermnes, an(l the thunderbolts of Zeus. There also
ale the gol)lins, the elves, and the gnlomes, the phi-
losopher's stone, the elixir of life, the magic ring of
the Eastern princess, the witch's caldron, and the
wizard's magic wand. And there are the babes in
the wood, and Jack the giant-killer, and Little Red
Riding Hood's wolf, and Mother Hubbard's dog, and
the cow that jumped over the moon, and Will-o'-the

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wisp, and the phantom ship - and hundreds upon
hundreds of things beautiful and wonderful and mys-
terious. And the queen of that land is Morgan the
Fay, the fairest of all the fairies; and at her court
are all the heroes of poetry and fable, and all the
knights and fair ladies of romance."
" And shall I see them all if I go with you I " asked
Philip, greatly interestedl.
"Not this time," answered the Schoolmaster. "To
do so would keep you away from the plow a much
longer time than your uncle would like, and you
must be content if you see only the horses. Once
every year there is a Horse Fair held in Queen Mor-
gan's great park, where all the famous steeds that the
world of fancy has ever known or that the poets have
ever sung about are brought together. This is the Fair
to which I am about to guide you, and when we are
there you shall see all those noble animals and shall
hear their history. But whatever else you may see
or hear will be only incidental and no part of the
plan which I have alranged for your entertainment."
By this time Philip had forgotten about his clay's
work, and his weariness, and old Kiron's strange dis-
appearance. He could think of nothing but the great
Horse Fair, and he wondered why the Schoolmaster
did not start at once,- and whether they would go all
the way on foot.
"There are more ways than one of getting there,'
said the old gentleman, seeming to read his thoughts.
"King Arthur, as you have doubtless read, was rowed
thither in a boat; others have been carried on the
backs of dolphins: and some have been transported

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to the place by magic. Queen Morgan has a beau-
tiful horse named Papillon, or the Butterfly, on which
her favorites have sometimes been carried to her
court. A very famous hero named Ogier the Dane
was once shipwrecked on a desert coast, far from any
country that he had ever heard of before. The region
was so wild and desolate that there seemed to be no
life there at all-only rocks and the sea, rocks and
the sea-and the old hero despaired of ever escap-
ing alive. Suddenly one morning he saw coming
toward him two monstrous creatures called sea-gob-
lins, walking behind the most beautiful horse lie had
ever seen. He drew his sword to defend himself, but
as the animals seemed to be friendly, he soon put
it back into its scabbard and waited for them to ap-
proach. The sea-goblins stopped a little way off and
bowed very courteously. But the horse knelt in the
sand and seemed to beckon to Ogier to come and
amount him. The Dane was no coward, and he was
anxious to see what the adventure would come to.
So lie went boldly forward and leaped upon the
creature's back. It was Papillon, the Butterfly horse
of Morgan the Fay. With a whinny of delight the
animnal leaped to his feet, shook his long mane in the
wind, and set out on a wild gallop over the rocks and
amiong the mountains toward -.Ogier knew not what.
Of that wonderful ride the old hero had afterward
only a din recollection-a confused remembrance of
narrow mountain passes with green meadows beyond,
of a white road winding among trees and between
fields of grain, of another mountain range, of roaring
torrents and screaming eagles, of the echoes of Pa-

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pillon's hoofs among the cliffs and crags; and then
of the glorious vision of an undiscovered land beyond
-of broad valleys rich with tropical verdure, of or-
ehards laden with golden fruit, and finally of the walls
and white towers of a fairy palace nestling in a grove
of stately palms. Such was the way in which the
favorites of Morgan the Fay were often carried to her
court. But we will take a shorter and easier route.
. . . See, we are there already!"
Philip could never tell just how it happened. As
nearly as lie could remember, it was done merely by
the old gentleman drawing a circle upon the ground
with his cane, and then-presto! the corn field and
all the scenes with which lie was familiar disappeared
in a flash, and he found himself transported to a
strange and delightful country; and there, surely
enough, was the white palace among the palms, and
there were the fruitful orchards, and the gardens
beautiful with flowers such as grow only in the land
of Morgan the Fay.
But the Schoolmaster did not allow hiii to stop to
admire these things. Taking him by the arm, the old
gentleman turned him about and led him a little
farther toward an arched gateway that spanned the
highroad and appeared to be the entrance to a vast
inclosure beyond. Philip noticed that the arce was
built of marble and that uponI it was enngraved many
a scene of chivalry and of war. It was not unlike the
gateway to some old castle, but the approach to it was
easy, ahd it was flanked on either side, not by walls
and battlements, but by a green hedge so low that any
horse well trained to cross-country hunting might have

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leaped it with ease. The gate keeper bowed to the
Schoolmaster as he allowed them to pass, and said:
"A fair day to you, master; and may the young
stranger whom you bring with you find much enjoy-
ment. The horses are all in their places, and the great
show will soon begin."
The grounds which they now entered were very
spacious, extending in fact for many miles in every
direction. Running across the inclosure from east to
west was a broad race track, level and very smooth,
with green lawns on either side; and at a little dis-
tance beyond were groves and gardens in which were
numerous red barns where the steeds of Morgan the
Fay were stabled. There was also, close by the side of
the track, a great pavilion, or "grand stand," for the
accommodation of visitors; and Philip noticed that
most of the seats were already filled with a strange
concourse of people such as he had never seen at any
of the county fairs at Greenport-knights in full
armor, beautiful ladies dressed in the oddest costumes,
Greeks in their long robes, Romans with their togas
wrapped about them, and a fair sprinkling of giants
and dwarfs and of old-fashioned English people. At a
little distance to the right was a smaller pavilion, with
white towers and a gilded dome, which, the School-
master said, was for the use of the fairy Queen and
her court. On every side men and horses were mov-
ing about, and crowds of strangers were, like them-
selves, making their way toward the grand stand.
Many queer things attracted Philip's attenfion as
they walked along. The trees on one side of the path-
way were horse-chestnuts, full of showy spikes of white

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blossoms dotted with red and yellow; those on the
other side were the West Indian horsewood, brilliant
with clusters of crimson flowers. Close by were nicely
kept gardens wherein nothing grew but horse beans,
horse cassia, horse gentian, horse parsley, horse-rad-
ishes, horse vetches, horse balm, horse purslane, horse-
weed, and coltsfoot. To the right was a broad but
shallow horse pond bordered with horseminitt and the
waving stems of horsetail-rushes; and ill this pond-
aceording to a horse-jockey who walked a little way
with Philip-there lived a variety of fresh-water and
salt-water animals, such as horsefish, horse mackerel,
horse-leeches, horse mussels, andl horseshoe crabs.
Among the branches of the horsewood trees above
them, horse finches twittered and sang. Horseflies
buzzed in the air about them; and in the grass by the
roadside, busy horse emmnets were hard at work, teach-
illg slu",ards how to improve the shining hours. A
gaily dressed company of Royal Horse Guards were
drawn up on either side of the Queen's pavilion, and
on the green behind it was a regiment of horse mil-
liners in spick and span uniform, looking as if they
had just escaped from my lady's banldbox.
Philip thought to himself that this was certainly the
horsiest eountry of which he had ever dreamed, and he
was not surprised, as they approached the grand pavil-
ion, to see that the entrance was guarded by a gawky
captain of the Horse Marines, who greeted them with
the heartiest of horse laughs, and presented each of
them with a handsomely printed programme.

PROGRAMME

"FHe doth nothing but talk of his horse." - Mec. of Veniice.

FIRST DAY.

A 1Mile it less thicn Four Seconds.

The Day and Night Races .2.6... . .. . . . . . . 26
Sol and Maane-Charioteers .4... . . . . . . . . 34
Helios's Four-in-Hand ..... . .. .. . . . . . 40
Selene's Silver Grayvs...... . . . ...... 53
A Forecast of the Great Fair.-Drivers of the Sun-
car in the North and in Greece.-The Man of Facts.

SECOND DAY.

High-jumpers itdl High-fliers.

Aurora's High-jumpers .0... . . . . .. . .. . . 60
The Black Steeds of Aidonens .6.4... .. . . . . 64
The Eight-footed Slipper.... . . . .. . . . . . 1
The Saddle-Horses that Ride Over the Rainhow . . 83
The Winged Horse of the Muses .-.-.-.-.-.- . -.-.-. 89
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Griffen the High-flier .............
The Hoofthrower ...............

THIRD DAY - FORENOON.

Xondescripts in and out of Harness.

The Sea-horses and their Master . ........
The Ship of the Plains ..............
Goldfax's Great Race ................
Sorrel the Leaper....... . .. ......
Gargantua's Giant Mare. . . .. . . . . . . . .. .
The Mlan-eaters.... . . . .......
Al Borak. .... ..............
O'Donohue's White Horse.- Aullay.- Marocco.-
Lithuanian.- Badger.- Cwsar's Horse.- Arion Limis.-
Saxon Horses.-King Duncan's Horses.- Horses as Ex-
ecutioners.- lazeppa.

THIRD DAY-AFTERNOON.

Exci-usion to the Land of the Honyhnthnms.

A Republic of Horses............... 160

FOURTH DAY.

The Champions of the Battlefield.

Swift and Old-Gold:
First Heat.-Before Tro- .......
Second Heat.-E.Ethon and Galathe . . .
Third Heat.-The Chariot Race .....
Fourth Heat.- The Thread of Fate . . .
The Great Twin Brethren . ........

1'AUE
.. . 10.5
. . 119

122
124
1.34
1:39
142
150
1.36

.. . . 166
.. . . S10
.. . . 1S4
.. .. 193
.. . . 199

PROGRAMME 21
PAGE
The Dancing Horses of Sybaris .2......... . 207
Bucephalus .2................... . 212
Rakush and his Master .i.s..... . . .. . . . . 218
The Black Arabian ................ . 234
Babieca, the Booby ................ . 262

Invention of Chariots.-Saint Iago's Gray Horse.-
Haizftm.- Descriptions of the War Horse.- High Prices
for Horses.- ielizyus, the Horse-tamer.- Shibdiz. -
Saddles. - Napoleon's Horse. - Washington's Horse.-
Copenhagen.-Darins's Horse.-Incitatus.-Celer.-
Richard II. and Roan Barbary.-'" My Kingdom for a
Horse! Wn - VN'hite Surrey.- Saladin.- English Horses.-
Dugald Dalgetty and Gnstavns Adolphus.- Sheridan's
Black War Horse.- Gen. Lee's Traveler.- Other Horses
in the Civil War.-King Roderick's Orelio.

FIFTH DAY - FORENOON.

8reeds of the Road, the otournanient, rtan tdhe Desert.

Bavard. .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .. . 273
Rabican, the Enchanted.2............. . 285
The Choosing of Grane......... . .... 300
Arundel the Swallow ............... . 309
Duldul and his Master.. . . .. . . . . . . . . .. 322

Contrasts.- How to Choose a Horse.- Fifteen Points
of a Good Horse.- Half a dozen Famous Steeds.- Lord
Marmion and his Bevis.- Arabian Horses.- Gamorra.

FIFTH DAY - AFTERNOON.

A Sorry Lot.

Rozinante.. ................ 330
Fiddleback and Another .............. 345

THE HORSE FAIR

PA-E
The Calender's Nag. .3.5.3...... . . . . . . 353
The Clerk of Oxford's Lean Horse.-Gonnella's Sorrel
Hack.- Petruchio's Horse.- English Horses before the
Battle at Agincourt.-Leathern Barebones and his
Master. - Gunpowder and Ichabod Crane.- Tam o' Shan-
ter's Maggie.

SIXTH DAY.

The Jlusearm.

The Steed of Modern Magic. . . .
The Wooden-peg Horse ... ..
A -May-day Hobby-horse. . ...
The Enchanted Horse of Firouz Schah
The Horse of Brass. ... ....
The Great Wooden Horse ...... .

..3... 6..363
. . . 367
.... . . . :376
.... . ..379
..... 9.0. 390
.......397

Superstitions about Horseshoes.- Are all
Machines -The Horse in Art.-The Sailors'
horse.-Gargantua's Wooden Horses.-The
Horse.

Horses
Hobby-
Dandy

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Ift, "A
m, I

FIRST DAY

A MILE IN LESS THAN FOUR SECONDS

pHILIP and his guide pushed their way through
a throng of idlers at the foot of the grand pa-
vilion, and were ushered by an attendant to some
choice seats in the upper tier. The Schoolmaster
seemed to be in the midst of friends. With those
nearest to himl he shook hands; with others lie ex-
changed the comnlpiments of the day; to some who were
seated at a distance he called aloud, and made merry
inquiries of them concerning their health; and with
still o