"Peggy, Maggie, Mag, Margaret, Marguerite, Muggins. Hum Half a dozen of them. Wonder if there are any more? Yes, there's Peggoty and Peg, to say nothing of Margaretta, Gretchen, Meta, Margarita, Keta, Madge. My goodness Is there any end to my nicknames? I mistrust I'm a very commonplace mortal. I wonder if other girls' names can be twisted around into as many picture puzzles as mine can? What do YOU think about it Shashai " Footnote: Shashai. Hebrew for noble, pronounced Shash'a-ai.] and the girl reached up both arms to draw down into their embrace the silky head of a superb young colt which stood close beside her; a creature which would have made any horse-lover stop stock-still and exclaim at sight of him. He was a magnificent two-year-old Kentuckian, fault-less as to his points, with a head to set an artist rhapsodizing and a-tingle to put it upon his canvas. His coat, mane and tail were black as midnight and glossy as satin. The great, lustrous eyes held a living fire, the delicate nostrils were a-quiver every moment, the faultlessly curved ears alert as a wild creature's. And he WAS half wild, for never had saddle rested upon his back, girth encircled him or bit fretted the sensitive mouth.

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This Is A New Release Of The Original 1906 Edition.

1906. The story begins: Those who had known him longest recalled just when and how the name of Gosh darn Davis attached itself to him, and attach it did to stick like a burr. In the little hamlet where he had dwelt for the past fifty years he was always spoken of by that name. In the village a few miles beyond, where he went almost daily to do his tradin', and even in the Hub, to which he drove each alternate Saturday with his farm produce he was spoken of by this uneuphonious title.

"I'm going to try an experiment," she slipped from Shashai's back. Going to the fence she vaulted the four-foot barrier as easily as Shashai would have skimmed over six. Salt came to her at once, but Pepper hesitated. It was only momentary, for soon both heads were nestling confidingly to her. She was never without her little bag of sugar and a lump or two were eagerly accepted.

1906. The story begins: Those who had known him longest recalled just when and how the name of Gosh darn Davis attached itself to him, and attach it did to stick like a burr. In the little hamlet where he had dwelt for the past fifty years he was always spoken of by that name. In the village a few miles beyond, where he went almost daily to do his tradin', and even in the Hub, to which he drove each alternate Saturday with his farm produce he was spoken of by this uneuphonious title.

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www 1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - Peggy, Maggie, Mag, Margaret, Marguerite, Muggins. Hum Half a dozen of them. Wonder if there are any more? Yes, there's Peggoty and Peg, to say nothing of Margaretta, Gretchen, Meta, Margarita, Keta, Madge. My goodness Is there any end to my nicknames? I mistrust I'm a very commonplace mortal. I wonder if other girls' names can be twisted around into as many picture puzzles as mine can? What do YOU think about it Shashai Footnote: Shashai. Hebrew for noble, pronounced Shash'a-ai.] and the girl reached up both arms to draw down into their embrace the silky head of a superb young colt which stood close beside her; a creature which would have made any horse-lover stop stock-still and exclaim at sight of him. He was a magnificent two-year-old Kentuckian, fault-less as to his points, with a head to set an artist rhapsodizing and a-tingle to put it upon his canvas. His coat, mane and tail were black as midnight and glossy as satin. a-quiver every moment, the faultlessly curved ears alert as a wild creature's. And he WAS half wild, for never had saddle rested upon his back, girth encircled him or bit fretted the sensitive mouth.

1906. The story begins: Those who had known him longest recalled just when and how the name of Gosh darn Davis attached itself to him, and attach it did to stick like a burr. In the little hamlet where he had dwelt for the past fifty years he was always spoken of by that name. In the village a few miles beyond, where he went almost daily to do his tradin', and even in the Hub, to which he drove each alternate Saturday with his farm produce he was spoken of by this uneuphonious title.

I'm going to try an experiment, she slipped from Shashai's back. Going to the fence she vaulted the four-foot barrier as easily as Shashai would have skimmed over six. Salt came to her at once, but Pepper hesitated. It was only momentary, for soon both heads were nestling confidingly to her. She was never without her little bag of sugar and a lump or two were eagerly accepted.