'Twas well enough for your fine gentleman in his buckled shoes and silk stockings to enter such a place, but for myself, in my coarse boots, I seemed like a colt in a flower garden.

There I saw a colt of remarkable beauty.

"I cannot permit," he added, "that the blood of my horse should be blended with that of Helweh; yet I am not willing to sell him for the most costly sheep and camels; and if I cannot otherwise prevent Helweh from bearing a colt to my stallion, I shall be glad if some one will put the mare to death."

If I hadn't got a holt of his wrist and whanged him over the head with my Colt for all I was worth he'd 'a' had me laid out cold.

" I pulled the army Colt from my pocket and ran softly abreast of the youngster.

He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off galligaskins, which he had much ado to hold up with one hand, as a fine lady does her train in bad weather.

At a dismal saloon, where water was nearly as expensive and quite as bad as the whisky, we learned that a bright bay colt with a white star and stocking, and another with a white nose, had been seen early that morning.

Is it more important to raise fine colts than fine men and women?

He felt a blood-tie between him and the weakest colt within the range of his eye.

Every man thinks himself irresistible,that he has only to call, to have the women come round him like colts around a farmer with a measure of corn.

"You know, my boy, that in such a time as this if a leaderand above all such a capering, high-kicking colt as youbegins to mope and droop like a cab-horse in the rain, his men will soon not be worth awhat?...

He had a quick mental picture of himself out on the dead spruce, performing a bit of mock-heroism by dragging in a half-drowned colt by one ear.

"Jim Brewster's mare had a colt on Wednesday.

" He obeyed, keeping his arms above his head, all the way across the room, while Sinclair jerked the new Colt out of its holster and tossed it on the farthest bed.

I certify that in November, 1900, while surveying in Wyoming, my party saw two wolves chase a two-year-old colt over a cliff some fifteen or sixteen feet high.

Little pigs are ducksvery little ones, I mean; and there is nearly always a young colt about, that eats out of my hand.