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Show The Force of Habit. One of the campers had done something some-thing peculiarly idiotic, and the dean said: "Dick reminds me of Thomas' colt." "What about Thomas' colt?" asked Dick, cheerfully. "Why," the dean responded, readily, "where I lived in Maine when I was a boy an old man named Thomas raised horses. He once put out to pasture a colt, which had been fed from its birth in a box stall and watered wa-tered at the trough in the yard. "The pasture lay across a small river, and in the middle of the day the colt swam the stream to go up to the barn-yard for a drink of water." Youth's Companion. |