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"I scents the aroma of dogma about Simpson in the way he throwed his conversational lariat at the yearling. He urbanes at her, and then comes his ’firstly,’ it being a speculation as to her late grazing-ground, which he concludes to be the East. His ’secondly’ ain’t nothing startling, words familiar to us all from our mother’s knee’nice weather’the congregation ain’t visibly moved.

Then, with a sudden tensing of his muscles, the yearling let his left drive to "paste" the plebe's head against the hard wall. But the plebe wasn't there. Dick Prescott had counted on this, and had wriggled out by a duck and a plunge forward that carried him beyond momentary risk of Mr. Spurlock's following right.

"Well, it's quite plain I lost nothing by leaving you to graze for a twelvemonth," said the lad to the yearling, "but now you're big enough to come along with me." "No," said the colt, "I must bide here a year longer and then see how big and sleek I'll be by summer."

The chief of the sowars goes out to superintend the unloading of the black stallion; and soon I hear him addressing the negro in angry tones, supplementing his reproachful words with several resounding blows of his riding-whip. The wild darkey's disapproval of these proceedings finds expression in a roar of pain and fear that would do justice to a yearling bull being dragged into the shambles.

While Butler was dancing about, grinning, Greg, vastly more watchful than he appeared to be, suddenly let his right out in a feint, then followed with a left drive. Butler all but struck this blow up, yet, as he darted back from the parry, the yearling tasted blood from his own lower lip. That taught him that even a despised little plebe like Mr. Holmes might have his points of danger.

During the winter of '36, we experienced many privations. The ruffian squatter P, from Clear Lake, drove from the barn a fine young bull we were rearing, and for several weeks all trace of the animal was lost. We had almost forgotten the existence of poor Whiskey, when a neighbour called and told Moodie that his yearling was at P's, and that he would advise him to get it back as soon as possible.

There was the getting of pay the selling of a Morgan yearling colt sufficed the owner of the land for that and the end of one part of one human being's life was reached. He went to town again and lived there a week or two. A life not held in bonds, but somehow under all control. It was curious; he could not understand it; but, even in the wood, he had out-grown Mrs. Rolfston. He was with her much.

Graham's first glimpse was of a background of many curious yearling and two-year-old colts, against which, in the middleground, he saw his hostess, on the back of the bright bay thoroughbred, The Fop, who, on hind legs, was striking his forefeet in the air and squealing shrilly. They reined in their mounts and watched. "He'll get her yet," the veterinary muttered morosely. "That Fop isn't safe."

"He doesn't understand how to stand at attention when he is honored by a yearling's visit." "Teach him if you find that he's intelligent enough," advised Yearling Pratt. "Turn down that mattress, mister," commanded Mr. Judson, pointing to Dick Prescott's iron cot. Bert made the mistake of looking first at Cadet Prescott for permission. "Now, mister, what makes you hesitate!" fumed Mr. Judson.

"Nay, good Cook, bear thou thyself more seemingly, or else I will come forth to thy dole. At most times I am as a yearling lamb, but when one cometh between me and my meat, I am a raging lion, as it were." "Lion or no lion," quoth the valorous Cook, "come thou straight forth, else thou art a coward heart as well as a knavish thief."

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