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THE STORY THUS FAR: Flicks* s colt,
loaf overdue, Is Ron en Ha Ooooo Bar
ranch, hl|fe la the Rockies. Its 12-year
rld owner, Ron McLaaghlin, Is startled to
res that tt la white, and so a throwback
jo the Albino, a wild stallion that la
?raadsirn of Flick*. Ken's mother names
w-o white foal Thaaderhoad, hat R la
cosua*olj known as Oohlla. At a dinner
party Hya reveals that the sire of Than
derhead Is not Banner, the Goooe Bar
stallion, hot Appalachian, the black rac
lnf stad owned by Charles Sargent on
the neighboring ranch. Ken suddenly
realises that he has stolen the service.
Sargent langhs and offers to girt Ken
papers for his colt. Ken answers that
ho can only expect "half' papers.
CHAPTER VH
Wind ? and wind ? and wind ?
knocking you down when you tried
to walk or stand against it. Mak
ing a noise that was first like a
whine, and then a howl that hit a
high note and stayed there?piercing
you, getting into your head and
making you crazy? And the snow.
Days, weeks of being shut in by
deep snow that sometimes drifted
over windows and doors so that
even to get out and see the sun you
had to make a tunnel? Oh, all of it
hardt Hard!
Suddenly Nell was in a state of
frenzy and despair. They hadn't
wanted it to be like this. The
horses were to have made money
enough so that she and Rob could
have had plenty of help?a furnace
in the house?a vacation to a
warmer climate every winter when
the boys were at school and there
was little to do on the ranch except
try to keep warm and alive.
Money, money, money ? It all
came back to that! Her mind dashed
this way and that, doubling on itself,
to find a way out.
Horses. Nothing but horses. The
Goblin?suddenly she seized that im
possible dream of Ken's?was it so
impossible? Think of the ancestry
of that colt! It was Rob who had
first admitted he wanted one horse
if the Albino's line who should be
tractable?"and I'll have a race
horse!" It was she herself who had
planned and suggested breeding
Flicka so they might get a colt
with both her sweetness of disposi
tion and her speed.
But the Goblin had neither. Nell
tightened her hands into a harder
fist. That inner fury which comes
over high-spirited people when they
are too often defeated filled her. She
couldn't and wouldn't take it. Some
thing had to succeed. Goblin?his
short thick legs could grow long
and swift. His bumpy shape, his big
head, his bad balance, could some
how smooth out into magnificent
proportions. His mean temper, that
ugly readiness to bite and kick and
stand at bay in enmity to all, could
change to the intelligent docility of
Flicka. And speed! Flicka's very
same speed. Rocket's speed. The Al
bino's speed?speed?SPEED)
Suddenly Nell was riding a rac
ing dream, running away to victory.
Goblin! No, not Goblin any more,
but THUNDERHEAD! The racing
stallion of the Goose Bar ranch!
The big white brute leading the
field on every track in the coun
try! What colors would their jockey
wear! Cherry red and white. Who
would be the champion he would
displace? Seabiscuit, of course ?
and would himself become then, not
only great racer but great sire of
racers, begetting hundreds of win
ners after him, every stud fee bring
ing thousands of dollars. Gobiin
must never be gelded?
The bubble of her dream burst.
Suddenly she was exhausted. She
had lived through the winter; half a
dozen blizzards; the winning of
scores of races by Goblin; an alter
cation with Rob as to the gelding of
him; had made thousands of dol
lars and spent them. She was sick
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true.
She forced herself. She studied
the room. That was real. There was
moonlight flooding through the win
dow. Look at it. That hump was Rob
sleeping beside her. This was the
ranch. It was going to be winter
just like all the other winters?just
like all the storms and dangers?
they were poor and going to be
poorer ? nothing had ever suc
ceeded and it was quite possible,
even likely, that nothing ever would.
She had read something clever
about that one day, telling you that
if you wanted to know what the
future would be?look at the past
and merely extend it!
Laying the whip to herself in this
fashion, she began to come to life,
and again her anger rose. There
wasn't a day or a moment that you
were really safe here. The ele
ments could kin you as easily as a
fly-swatter kills a fly. And at any
season of the year, a bad storm,
or flood, or drought, or plague of
grasshoppers, or an epidemic, or a
fire, or merely the wrong sort of
weather at the wrong time could
sweep away all the work of a year
and aU hope with it. That, she
thought sarcastically, is probably
the fascination of it for men like
Rob. Adventurers. It's such a big
gamble, with all the odds against
you. It's the most exciting, dramatic
life in the world.
Feeling the life stirring in her
again, even though it was the liveli
ness of anger, she tried to penetrate
the truth still more deeply. Was her
indignation trueT Did she actuaUy
hate her realities?
Peering down, almost miachis
vously, Into this secret corner of her
heart, she saw the deepest truth
and accepted it. She was as ready
as Rob to take all the chances, share
all the dangers, endure the priva
tions. She too had been born "fac
ing the wind."
There stole into her the hint of
ecstasy. She pressed her face on
her knees. The very terribleness of
dread seduced her and filled her
veins with strong wine. And the
beauty?the fierce, dreadful beauty
of winter I The summers?Oh, the
summers! The unbelievable deep
blue of the mountain skies?the huge
sculptured clouds, the green grass
?the young animals, wild and free
with startled eyes, the swift run
ning, heels kicking, the perfume,
smell of mint and sage and pine
and grass and clover and snow,
clean from a sweep of hundreds of
miles of emptiness? And the lone
liness ? Ah, not loneliness, but
serene, deep, tranquil solitude?Just
herself and Rob.and the boys
All her fevered thought became
still. She crouched quietly there, full
of a mysterious happiness.
As Goblin developed there were
changes In his appearance and be
havior. Certain habits left him, cer
tain coltish accomplishments were
acquired.
The "scrabble" was gone, and in
its place came the long springing
tr&t characteristic of young colts,
this owing, perhaps, to an inch or
two of added length on each leg.
He learned the art of wrestling.
His usual antagonist was Pepper,
a tall black colt. On an expanse of
level ground where the wind had
blown ofit most of the snow, they gal
oped in opposite directions, circling
in figure eights. When they passed
each other at the center point they
would pause, rear and strike at
each other. Here began the beauti
ful play, bending to one side or the
other, intertwining heads, then slid
ing down, almost kneeling to bite
at the foreleg, rising high en hind
legs again to exchange a flurry of
boxing blows, their manes and tails
?the black and the white?lifted
and stiffened by burning vigor until
they flared like open fans. Sudden
ly the young stallions would plunge
past each other and, as if in a pre
in the figure eights again, their hoofs
thundering on the ground.
Goblin also became an accom
plished bucker. On icy mornings
when the sun blazed down and the
air was a fierce intoxication, all the
colts broke away from their dams
and banded together for play.
They raced up and over the broW
of gentle rise and came down the
other side bucking. A few playful
bucks sufficed for most of the colts,
but not for the Goblin. His bounds
became higher, his legs stiffer, the
twist of his solid powerful little body
more acute. It seemed to go to his
head. At last he would be alone
there, when the gams was all
over, bucking solo in a mad, intem
perate ecstacy.
When, in December, the spring
colts were weaned and kept at the
ranch for handling and graining,
Goblin was left on the range. No
more wrestling or boxing now, for
he had no playmate, and when he
tried it with Banner, rearing be
fore him and putting up his fists,
the big stud went on grazing, oblivi
ous of his existence.
Goblin played alone. He raced on
the curving hills, thundered in fig
ure eights, reared and shadow
boxed, put down his head and
bucked ? sunfished ? lack-knifed
?cork-screwed ? He knew them
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Three times more before his six
months of nursing were completed.
Banner swept the whole band down
to the ranch, for not a month paseed
without a blizzard. Goblin came to
know flic way so well that he triad
to shoulder to the fgoat, and enly
Goblin stopped running around
and looked at Ken.
his lack of speed kept him from be
ing there.
One day, after a heavy blizzard,
he eras not allowed to return to the
Saddle Back. He was to be weaned.
The fury of the wind was dying
away and only occasionally sent up
a cone of whirling snow. Ken Mc
Laughlin, warmly dressed In a blue
ski suit and cap, stood in the stable
corral, holding Flicka's halter. He
had been summoned home for one
of his winter week-ends, to witness
the weaning of Goblin.
The corral was mid-leg deep In
snow, churned to slush by the mill
ing of the brood mares. For two
days they had been in and out
the stable doors, in and out the cor
ral gates, free to leave when they
wished, free to stay and fill them
selves with hay and oats.
Ken's face, pale from the winter
confinement and the cold, was full
of peaceful love as he looked into
Flicka's eyes and stroked her fore
lock. His thin, sensitive lips were
slightly parted.
Flicka's golden coat had darkened
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down her neck under her thick blond
mane. Ken felt the hair deep as
fur. Her chest was broad and strong.
Her wide nostrils flared as she
breathed. And her legs? Oh, why
couldn't Goblin have had those long
slim legs of a runner?
Flicka was with foal again.
Standing there with her young
master, she was paying no atten
tion to him. She was looking over his
head toward the Green, her ears
strained forward. Now and then her
whole body shook in an anguished
whinny. It was in that direction that
they had led her, a few minutes be
fore, with Goblin following. They
had brought her back without him.
Ken patted her face and talked
to her. "Don't you care, Flicka?
pretty soon you won't mind so much
?you'll have a new baby?and it's
better for you not to be nursing
him?you've been getting thin. I
can feel your ribs under your fur -
coat."
Ken was torn between the desire
to stay with his mare and comfort
her, and go down to the Goblin.
He stayed with the mare.
Banner had wandered out toward
the county road gate. Evidently
he had had enough of domesticity.
He began to call his mares and
round them up. The afternoon light j
was failing and the full moon, that
had been nothing but a transparent
globule of mist, was turning to
bright silver.
When the last of the band had
followed Banner out, Ken led his
mare into the stable, filled her feed
box with oats and left, closing the
door behind him.
Then he exploded into a swift
run, tore down the gorge, across
the Green, the color flaring into his
face, his blue eyes darkening with
excitement. Now the Goblin I Now
his race horse I Now?at last?
As he opened the gate into the
colt corral his father held up a hand
and Ken moved quietly. The last
fifteen minutes had been full of
shocks for the Goblin.
In the excitement of meeting his
old friends and investigating this
new place, Goblin had not at first
realized that he had been separated
from his mother. Then he heard her
anguished neighing. That whirled
him around and started him toward
her. The five foot fence stopped him.
The gate was closed.
He raced around the enclosure
seeking an exit. A confusion of feel
ing stirred him. There were the colts
crowding around him, Pepper, the
tall black, rearing and begging for
a game. A strange intriguing smell
came from the long center trough;
he wanted to investigate that. But
lie was still angry. He didn't know
what to do.
At sight of Goblin, Ken's heart
began to pound. What a change!
The colt had grown all over, so
that he was still shaped like a ma
ture horse?most odd-looking. But
there was no mistaking the power
in him. Measuring him quickly
against the others Ken saw that he
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est of them. In six months he had
caught up.
Impelled by insatiable curiosity,
Goblin approached the boy cautious
ly, obliged to satisfy himself as to
this small human being, not much
taller than himself, and why
[ memory rang a bell at sight of him.
His muzzle strained forward. His
body held back. He got one sniff?
and at the same time Ken's hand
moved to pat his nose. The colt's
ears flew back?he whirled and
lashed with his heels. Kan ducked.
"Pretty close!" laughed Rob.
"You've got to be fast with that
fellow!"
"Gosh! How he's grown," mar
veled Ken. "Bigger than any of the
others, isn't he, dad?"
"He's a husky."
Goblin was tearing around the
fence. It made wild fury in him that
there was no way out In the other
corral, when they came down from
the range in a storm, the gates were
always left open. They were there
of their own free will. Even when
they crowded into die barn there
was a different feeling.
He began to buck. This wasn't
bucking in fun. This was protest,
this was pure fight He went through
his repertoire. The other colts got
out of the way and Rob and Gus re
treated to the fence.
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Sunday i
chool Lesson
By HABOLO U LUNDQUI9T. D, D.
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Lessons for July 8
Umou subject* and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted by baureatkmal
Cauncfl^od; RaBdkxia Ednclthm; uaad W
MAN'S FAILURES AND
COD'S PKOMI8ES
LESSON TEXT?Genesis l:M: S:l. ?. IS.
Ml
GOLDEN TEXT?Whlla the earth remain
ath. aaeittlma and harvest, and cold and
neat, and summer and winter, and daj
and night ahall not etaac?Cancels I D
The beginnings of all things in
the book of Genesis include, we are
sorry to note, the beginning of sin
in the fall of Adam. Soon we read
of the first murder, Cain slaying
his godly brother, Abel, because his
acceptance with God exposed the
wrong heart-attitude of Cain.
The godly line was renewed in
Seth, but before long sin again lifted
its ugly head. Now the wickedness
of man had become so widespread
that God was driven to a drastic
judgment.
I. Judgment for the Wicked
(6:5-7).
The Lord sees the wickedness of
men?let us not forget that! At
times it seems as though the un
godly flourish in their sin and that
there is no judgment upon them.
God knows what goes on in tha
world. He is long-suffering and mer
ciful, but there is a boundary line
to His patience, and when that
limit is reached, there can be
nothing bat judgment.
Ever imagination of the thoughts
of man's heart was evil continual
ly (v. 5). One is reminded of Jere
miah 17:9, and of such a contem
porary estimate of man as that of
Dr. Mackay, who said, "Psycholo
gy has unveiled the dismal and sin
ister depths in human nature. Man
can no longer Bee from reality into
the romantic refuge of his own
heart; for the human heart has be
come a house of horrors in whose
murky recesses man cannot erect
for his solace either a shrine or ?
citadel. Man is bad; he is a sin
ner."
God did not change His mind
(v. 6), but man by his sin moved
himself out of the circle of God's
love over into the circle of His
judgment. God never changes, but
we change our relation to Him by
our actions. Such is the evident
meaning of this verse.
n. Deliverance for the Upright (8:
1, 4, 18).
God remembered Noah, and he
"found grace in the eyes of the
Lord" (Gen. 6:8) because he was "a
just man" (6:9). At the Lord's com
mand, be prepared the ark for the
saving of himself and his house,
a _*a ai t i i i it.t,..t U.
aim aiver uie luiu uau suui uuu
in" (Gen. 7:16), the great judg
ment by water came upon the earth.
After 110 days (Gen. 7:24), the
Lord remembered- Noah (8:1) and
caused the earth to dry up once
again. The same Lord who shut him
In to keep him during the flood
brought him out alter the flood (8:
15, 16), gave him great power (9:
1-4), assured him ot His protection
(9:5-7), and gave him the great
promise (9:8-16) ol which the rain
bow became the token.
The God who will in no wise for
get the sin of the wicked will
never leave nor forsake those who
walk uprightly before Him. The
story of Noah should stimulate our
faith, causing us to obey and trust
God. His protecting hand is over
His children, and He can bring
them through the darkest days of
tribulation.
HI. Mercy in the Midst ef Sin
(8:20-22).
"Noah builded an altar," for the
first impulse of his heart was to
give praise to God for His mighty
deliverance. His offering came up
to God as "a sweet savor," that is,
it was pleasing to God.
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able worship, man must coma
with clean hands. The question is
not whether he is brilliant, learned,
or of high position. The one thing
that counts is obedience. When
such a man offers the worship of
his heart before God, it goes up to
him like a sweet savor.
God knew man's heart (?. 21).
He had no illusions that even the
Judgment of the flood would change
it. Eagerly His love sought man's
obedient response, but He well knew
that the awful pestilence of sin
would continue until the very end
of the age.
So in spite of that sin, and in the
very midst of it, God promised that
He would never again wipe out hu
manity as He did in the flood.
There would be individual judgment
and collective Judgment on certain
groups, but never again the smiting
of every living thing. Thus. He set
men free from the terror which
must have now been in their hearts.
The beautiful rainbow in the cloud
became a token of God's promise,
and the visible assurance to "all
flesh" that the judgment of the flood
would not be repeated. Never again
would seed time and harvest, nor
any of the orderly processes of
nature, fail throughout the whole
earth.
What a gracious God we have!
And what a pity that men presume
?pan Hie goodness.
GASOLINE, SWEET
GASOLINE!
With Washington deciding to let
autoiats have more gasoline, mil
lions of Americans are beginning to
dream of the day when the country
can return to its peacetime slogan?
"Fill -er up!"
?
This may be a long distance away,
but it no longer seems something
for the next generation to worry
about.
?
Hope springs eternal in the hu
man breast and in the tourist's
heart. As goes the garage so goes
the nation.
m
Secretary Iekes will raise the gas
ante from four gallons per A coupon
to six. That won't bring back the
week-end traffic tie-ups but it will re
vive those pleasant memories of the
days when the gas station attendants
rushed out, wiped your windshield,
gave you a road map and asked,
"How many can you take?"
?
And when he frequently let a quart
overflow from the tank to the ground
with a "Damp, ain't it?"
?
Oh, for those hot dog-eating, way
side-lunch storming, detour crashing
beach blitzing, dust-swallowing era
when the answer to "Shall we motor
over to Aunt Minnie's?" was never
"How?" and always "When?"
?
Oh, for the days when you didn't
have to hammer on the windows to
find out if the gas station was opent
?
Ah, the good old times when there
was a two-pump gas station in every
block and a nozzle in every tank!
?
It Is Just as well that the return
to full tanks Is going to be gradual.
A sadden restoration of open gas sta
tions openly arrived at would be too
mneh for normal emotions to en
dure.
?
Four years of regarding the pump
ing station as an arid retreat for
the over-optimistic have done things
to the American character.
?
If a fellow got over four gallons
at a crack he thought he had struck
oil.
m
And if the gas station proprietor
threw in a smile and five drops ex
tra he knew he had hit gusher terri
tory.
?
No wonder Iekes survived that re
cent cabinet shake-up. He announced
the new gas ration at the hour the
President was making the changes.
And Harry Truman is nobody's fool.
He knew the public would never
stand for changing foel administra
tors in mid-stream.
? ? ?
ALL DONE BY MIRRORS
("Quisling Trial Postponed Until
August.''?Headline.)
Oh, don't be hasty with this man?
This kind and gentle soul!
There is such heavy doubt that
he
Essayed the traitor's role.
Oh, do not rush proceedings
when
It comes his time to go;
Delay them until autumn for
He loves the summer sot
Oh, let his trial be deferred
Go slowly. If yon please,
For Vidkum wants to play a
while
Among the birds and bees.
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Love Is Like That
(From a Canadian Newspaper)
NOTICE ? Whereas my wife,
Ponana Gertie Crouse, has left my
kn/l owsl kAOOfl T wtwn n/tilnn ilioi T
wcu WMJ waiu, ? ?ITC itvuvw uiat A
will not be responsible for any debts
?he may contract in my name. Wm.
Aseph Crouse, East Clifford?May S
Sic.
?
NOTICE!?To all Persons Whom
It May Concern: I wish to say that
I did not leave my husband's bed
and board as he did not own the bed
I slept in. I bought it and when I
left Wm. A. Crouse of East Clifford,
Lonen Co., N. 8., I took my bed with
me. (Bed.) Ponana Gertie Crease.
HOPE
V-E ended some of our trouble.
And burst the loony German
bubble.
Now may I ask of our noble na
tion:
Take white pennies out-of circu
lation.
-H. N. MORSE
The sale of sulfa drags has beer
stopped except by prescription, K
having been foand that people wer<
rushing into drugstores to get sails
for everything from dandruff ant
corns to a broken rib and gas pains
? ,
A druggist tens us that a eustomei
asked for sulfa drugs the other daj
to get rid of pains caused by taking
sulfa drugs.
? ? ?
Add similes: Aa confused by ths
laws of the country as a membei
of the Supreme co^rt.
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Step* in Shearing
Sheep Simplified
One or a Thousand Its
Rules Are Necessary
The following steps, condensed
and simplified, are given for guid
ance and improvement of the shear
er, whether he handles one or a
thousand sheep.
1. First strokes are downward
from brisket. Bun three or four
Step* In Shearing.
stroke* down from under right
foreleg to flank to open a starting
place for strokes across belly.
2. Remove body wool with nearly
straight - around strokes across
belly. Shear inside of right leg from
foot toward tail. Continue strokes
until leg and hip are cleaned.
3. Open up neck with stroke from
brisket to jaw and on right side of
neck, then left Jaw, side of face and
top of head. Shear left shoulder
and foreleg.
4. Shear the left side with long
strokes from hip to shoulder.
5. Finish shearing left side, taking
two strokes beyond the backbone the
whole length of sheep's back and
neck. Shear right side of head and
neck.
6. Shear right side of shoulder and
right side down to hind leg. Shear
right hind leg, starting near back
bone.
Holder for Feed Pail
The iceompuylni iketeh shows a
simple device for feeding calves
from a pell without hiring to hold
It. The bolder prevents the animal
from tipping over the feed pail.
Agriculture
In the News
W. I. DBTDEN
Onions
Next to salt, the world's most val
uable seasoning Is the onion. It has
w ue i cvuj
nized as a leading
garden "mint"
Alexander found
the onion in Egypt.
He fed it to his
troops in Greece in
the belief that it ex
cited martial ar
dour.
Seed Onions a new hybrid has
been produced in California which
yields 38 tons to the acre.
In 1597, John Gerard reported that
onions were good against the biting
of a mad dog, for colds, biles, to
grow hair, for bums, or gun wounds.
He also said it caused headaches,
| weakened the eyes, dulled the senses
and provoked oversleep.
The volatile oil of onion has been
found by Russian scientists to con
tain a bacteria-killing substance. On
ion paste Is being usA in Russia to
heal wounds and guard against in
fections.
Dehydrated onions have proven a
most important item for overseas
shipping. French tried onions prom
ise to become more popular as the
supply of odorless onions becomes
larger.
t Feed Needed by Cows
i in planning the dairy cows re
1 quirement, two tons of good quality
I legume or mixed legume hay should
? be harvested per cow, or one ton of
good quality legume hay or mixed
r legume roughage, and three tons of
r silage per cow.
; Twenty bushels of com and 20
bushels of oats should be harvested
for each cow. In addition five bush
i els of soybeans, when.silage is pro
r vided, or bushels where silage
is not available.
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