was Dad's hope. Pointing proudly to the
long-legged, big-headed, ugly moke mooching by the door, smelling the
dust, he would say: "Be a fine horse in another year! Little
sleepy-looking yet; that's nothing!"

"Stir him up a bit, till we see how he canters," he said to Joe one
day. And when Joe stirred him up--rattled a piece of rock on his jaw
that nearly knocked his head off--Dad took after Joe and chased him
through the potatoes, and out into the grass-paddock, and across
towards Anderson's; then returned and yarded the colt, and knocked a
patch of skin off him with a rail because he would n't stand in a
corner till he looked at his eye. "Would n't have anything happen to
that colt for a fortune!" he said to himself. Then went away,
forgetting to throw the rails down. Dave threw them down a couple of
days after.

WE preferred Nell to Ned, but Dad always voted for the colt. "You can
trust him; he'll stand anywhere," he used to say. Ned WOULD! Once,
when the grass-paddock was burning, he stood until he took fire. Then
he stood while we hammered him with boughs to put the blaze out. It
took a lot to frighten Ned. His presence of mind rarely deserted him.
Once, though, he got a start. He was standing in the shade of a tree
in the paddock when Dad went to catch him. He seemed to be watching
Dad, but was n't. He was ASLEEP. "Well, old chap," said Dad, "how ARE
y'?" and proceeded to bridle him. Ned opened his mouth and received
the bit as usual, only some of his tongue came out and stayed out.
"Wot's up w' y'?" and Dad tried to poke it in with his finger, but it
came out further, and some chewed grass dropped into his hand. Dad
started to lead him then, or rather to PULL him, and at the first tug
he have the reins Ned woke with a snort and broke away. And when the
other horses saw him looking at Dad with his tail cocked, and his head
up, and the bridle-reins hanging, they went for their lives through the
trees, and Blossom's foal got staked.

Another day Dad was out on Ned, looking for the red heifer, and came
across two men fencing--a tall, powerful-looking man with a beard, and
a slim young fellow with a smooth face. Also a kangaroo-pup. As Dad
slowly approached, Ned swaying from side to side with his nose to the
ground, the elder man drove the crowbar into the earth and stared as if
he had never seen a man on horseback before. The young fellow sat on a
log and stared too. The pup ran behind a tre