Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1896-06-19
THE HORSE AND THE COW.
Trotwood in the Horse Review.l

| admire morse as HluCll dS any OnSi
but it is my deliberate opinion that the
Jersey COW is the most beautiful and
most perfect animal on the footstool
to-day. From the big, tender and
thoughtful eyes which give such charac-
ter to her clean cut dshed face, to the
switch that graces her tapering tail,
there is not another animal that walks
the earth having more grace, beauty
and general usefulness.
A man must make several attempts
before he becomes a really bad man;
and the first attempt may generally be
traced up.under the head of evil associa-
tions. There is no denying the fact that
whoever sets his heart on race horses
should be sure-tO use horse term
that he has lead pipe cinch'' on good
moral character. If he has not; if he is
weak at any point; if his predisposition
is to lie, to want it all, to take undue adj
vantage or to indulge in questionable
methods, the race horse will prove fire
brand amid the dry grass of his charac-
ter, and the first wind that comes along
will start a destruction which will leave
nothing but the charred and blackened
earth behind. | love a horse and love
a good, genuine, honest horse race; but
whenever hear the talk of the moral
idiots who follow him around to gamble
on him, who never owned one, who care
nothing for the business except to
gamble on it, and who would Just as
tricity around two-foot ring as on two
live ones OH mile track, if the gambling
chances were equal, | feel it most unjust
that such a noble animal should be
forced to associate with beasts beneath
them. And if | had boy. | would
think great deal before Id turn him
loose in a crowd with such cattle as
those.
But there is no temptation about the
Jersey COW. The most confirmed gam
bier could scarcely devise any means by
which to gamble in her. All her paths
lead to sweetness, contentment, honest
living and broader thinking. The very
sight of the pure clean dairy, pungent
with the aroma of the cooling milk in
the darklng waters is itself a sermon on
honesty while the tnkling of the tiny
streams that purl around the tray of
hard gold butter, and the molten gold of
the yellow cream, is the music that ac
companies the sermon. Follow her into
the field, and unless your ancestors have
thrown off on you terribly in the forma-
ton of your head, you will see life In all
its beauty and truth, you will grow
bigger and broader each day, as you
gradually learn that the universe Is
immense, that God is infinitely great and
you are infinitely small.
But the greatest lesson she teaches is
the lesson the American people most
need to-day. | am not sure but the
lack of this lesson is the cause of our
financial trouble today; the infinite WIS
dom of going slow but sure: the uneX-
celled policy of declaring small but reg
ular dividends; the triumphant business
sense of basing your business on the
honest needs of mankind. True you don't
win forty dollars of Of her to-day and
lose more tomorrow, but she gives you
a pound of butter worth forty cents, and
she does it every day in the year, and
while you are sowing the many "mickle
that make the muclile," as the Scotch
have it, she and the grass roots are
making your land rich, even if you
haven't got any soul to be enriched.