“This is particularly true,” said he, “whore ;
you have crossed a Percheron with the com
mon stock. I have seen that thoroughly tested,
as I have dealt in both mules and horses aud ,
I have raised colts for years. J
I consider the Percheron stock ?
the finest, for general purposes, that has ever 1
been in the south.”
When the Percheron stallion “Romulus,” J
that graceful behemoth who took the first prize ' J
at the Paris exposition, was led before the ’
amphiteater, there was such a ponderous
majesty in his movements that Im took the
people by storm, and the police could not keep
back the crowds. t
Hardly less majestic were the movements of ‘
the stallion “Victor,” a son of “Romulus.” He ;
pranced along in front of the courthouse, >
moving his ponderous limbs lightly and carry-
■ ing his head proudly, as if conscious that he ;
was the son of an illustrious sire whose t
i pedigree could be traced to the establishment
of a government stud in France.
With all his pride, this horse is as gentle as
any in Morgan county, and one of the country
bystanders remarked that ho was the politest '
; stallion ho ever saw.
He is the sire of most of this year’s Morgan ,
i county colts, and he pranced about with head
’ above them like the proud patriarch of a sturdy.
family.
