. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Saturday, February 22, 190S.] THE BREEDER AND SPORTSMAN TURNED OUT TO DIE. Turned out to die! The faithful horse You mounted twenty years ago, A laughing boy and galloped fast Amid the whirling flakes of snow, A better friend man never had Than Dobbin with the gentle eye. But now a stranger's in his stall, For you have turned him out to die! How oft he drew the heavy wain To market, o'er the winding road, And homeward, cheerily again, Pulled back of winter stores a load. And oft, bedecked with ribbons gay, To fairs, beneajh the autumn sky, He drew a crowd of gi
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Saturday, February 22, 190S.] THE BREEDER AND SPORTSMAN TURNED OUT TO DIE. Turned out to die! The faithful horse You mounted twenty years ago, A laughing boy and galloped fast Amid the whirling flakes of snow, A better friend man never had Than Dobbin with the gentle eye. But now a stranger's in his stall, For you have turned him out to die! How oft he drew the heavy wain To market, o'er the winding road, And homeward, cheerily again, Pulled back of winter stores a load. And oft, bedecked with ribbons gay, To fairs, beneajh the autumn sky, He drew a crowd of girls and boysâ To be at last turned out to die! Have you forgot the stormy night Wben little Ned was taken ill? The way to help was long and dark, Skirting the spectre-haunted hill. Old Dobbin failed you not that time, Though lightning cut the inky sky; He bore you to the Doctor's doorâ And now he's been turned out to die! And when your father, breathing low, Committed all things to your care He said, "Be kind to Dobbin gray, The good old horse has done his share.' He never shirked before the plough, But drew it steadily, and why? He loved you all, and never thought That he would be turned out to die! Oh, shame! Call back the trusted friend, And shelter from the bitter blast The good old horse that's served you well, In happy times forever past. What if, when age has bleached your hair, Your children, without tear or sigh, Shall say, "You've served us long enough; Father, we turn you out to die!" One touch of nature, it is said. Doth make, the whole world kin, and now Call homeward from the meadow bare The old companion of the plough; Give Dobbin true the warmest stallâ The one he graced in years gone byâ He's been a noble friend to you; . Beneath the old roof let him die! âYouth's Companion. And his full brother Gen. J. B. Frisbie 41637 Constructor 39569 Handsome Sons of McKinney 2:11%, greatest sire of the age; dam the great broodmare. Daisv S. (dam of Tom
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