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Show BURCETTES PHILOSOPHY. A Few Entirely Original Storied About a t'nvorlt llont. A wi-iter in Harrwr's Magazine sava that a Uors whn tied in the stiible should "alivaya t kept mti. h.Lt in-aii bo that b; may see tn i-erji by and the other borv.-s, and thus ntnue and occupy hini!if." Tuat i a g-ool plan, but I think mine is ytill li -tl-.-r. I own one of these intelligent horis tnyacif. 1 have never noticed him "politely u-iin hay" to , the ottier burties in the statue, but p-iibly that is because there ar no other horses, j I have frequently baerved him dividing bis oats with the heas, which is much tiie same thmK- And he bus tbe hay fever, just Irke '"folk-i." Yes, indeed. But I was going to Xx--ak about uiuking provision for his Lours in the stable. When ha is to bo left alone1 any length of tune, we alwayg place the morning paper, a copy of The Nation and a late magazine or two in his feed box, and he looks over them with great interest. On one occa.no n he no plainly resented my taking away a late magazine, a number containing con-taining some wonderftd stories about real dogs which I wished to show- to the terra cot to. pug, that I looked to see what article so deeply interested the noble animal. I found he was in the midt of a bright sketch of travel in the "Feed-ye Islands." Don't tell me a horse hasn't human intelligence. The fact ia, the people who sneer at these stories of the remarkable intelligence of animals are coar.se and unintelligent people, who know nothing about animals. The more people study their brute companions, the more clearly and correctly do they understand, neigh, comprehend them. Look at the wild Indian; what be doesn't know about hons isn't worth knowing. And ho believes his horse will go to heaven with him. Whether the horse believes that the Indian will go to heaven or not. we have no means as yutof ascertaining. This horse of mine, I am confident, has opinious on the subject, because one of his favorite books la "Barns V Oats on Timothy." Tim-othy." He is, however, I griove to say, a heartless sort of brute; the eouiid of whoa never moves him. Like all well bred horses, he has a certain sense of humor, and one day, when my little boy quoted, in hU presence, the line, "How tall was Alexander, pa?" the j intelligent animal immediately replied, "Box j stall," and hurst into a horse laugh. i Upon oneoccanion, when everything on the i road bod passed us, I overheard him saying to himself, softly, "It pace to go slow." He ! is a horse of contented disposition, although ; sorrow has left ber traces along his ribs. I hail to get the rest of the harness myself. Like all intelligent horses, he likes to be amused and played with. I used to play with my horses a great deal, to keep them from becoming low spirited and homesick. But I haven't, for a long while, now. Lost time I had any fun with a horse he was a new one. I noticed that he seemed out of tune with his environment. He wore his ears flat back on his neck and had his eyes rolled back and held in place with white folds of tho same. He looked about as companionable and pleasant as a Umatilla cnyuse. So 1 thought I would go in and brik him up with a little gama He didn't seem to understand Halma or Parchesi, nor Fox and Geese, as the story book horses do, so I proposed a game of romps as something more suited to his uncultured un-cultured mind. I smote him a resounding thwack under the bosom, after the manner of horsemen, and cried gaily: "Como up and come over!" He did both at once. I got down and went under. My man, who was bedding strawberries strawber-ries on tho sunny side of tho barn, said if 1 had told him I was going to como out of that window he would have left it open. Still it made no great dilterence. It was a cheap window, anyhow; I don't stipposo the whole thing cost more than eighty-seven cents, glass and all. Eh! You say "some of these wonderful stories about horses are hard to believe?" Nonsense; you get a horse or a dog of your own. In six weeks you'll behove anything you tell about either of them. But will other people? Well, yes; that is, they will believe I as much of your story as you believe of theirs; what more do you want? Burdette in Brooklyn Eagle. |