It took us four, it took us six, it took us on one
occasion--after a heavy October snowfall--nearly eleven
hours to make the trip. That last adventure decided me.
It was unavoidable that I should buy a second horse. The
roads were getting too heavy for single driving over such
a distance. This time I wanted a horse that I could sell
in the spring to a farmer for any kind of work on the
land. I looked around for a while. Then I found Dan. He
was a sorrel, with some Clyde blood in him. He looked a
veritable skate of a horse. You could lay your fingers
between his ribs, and he played out on the first trip I
ever made with this newly-assembled, strange-looking
team. But when I look back at that winter, I cannot but
say that again I chose well. After I had fed him up, he
did the work in a thoroughly satisfactory manner, and he
learnt to know the road far better than Peter. Several
times I should have been lost without his unerring road
sense. In the spring I sold him for exactly what I had
paid; the farmer who bought him has him to this very day
[Footnote: Spring, 1919.] and says he never had a better
horse.
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