horses themselves, there seems to be little of marked
individuality, think of what volumes could be written on their names.
Here we have Ringmaster, Gun Cotton, Froglegs, Song of the Rocks,
Tankard, Scarlet Pimpernel, Porcupine, Pons Asinorum and other names
which hold a lure. So exactly co-natural are they to our extended
acquaintanceship among the humans back in the Province of Alberta, that
our homesickness vanishes into the sunny blue.

There were nine horses in the autumn steeplechase and Young Morpheus
would have beat handily had he not fallen on the last jump. The jockey
rocketed over his head and lay still, but Young Morpheus, being a
thoroughbred and no welcher, ran on and came slashing in to the finish.
That horse has a soul like John's and mine, only better than John's.
The prize was carried off by Highbridge, who seemed to be the
favourite, for the enclosure turned itself into a pandemonium. Men and
woman who before were separate entities, became merged into a mass of
frantic arms and white faces that with a pleading voice coaxed the
winner down the homestretch to victory. It is the steeplechase that
probes to the depths mankind's capacity for physical enjoyment.

"But the jockey was thrown," you say, "and lay still?" Think you we
wear the willow because of it? Not so, Honourable Gentleman. We are
consoled by the well-turned and doubtless truthful reflection that--

"Bright Lucifer into darkness hurled,
Was happier than angels quiet-eyed."

I did not see any more of the races because I was summoned to the
Government House box and invited to tea with the occupants thereof.
They must have heard what an excellent dairywoman I am, and things like
that, but how they heard I cannot surmise unless John has been telling.

"I'd like to live in your Province," said the Governor, "living is
mercilessly high there, but money keeps moving; money keeps moving, and
a fellow like me need never go to work without his breakfast."

In the Directors' room, we refreshed ourselves with little sweet cakes
and tea from a delicious brew. And in this room, I talked with the
handsome, well-mannered women from Kentucky, Virginia, and Hamilton who
have brought thither their horses--about six hundred in all--for this
autumn meet.

I have made up my mind that John shall not argue me into going home,
not if I have to fall ill from discomposure of spirit, and, as for
Toronto, ever hereafter it shall be to me a new city