Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 April 1892 — A Persian Horse. [ARTICLE]

A Persian Horse.

“ Persian horses,” says Mrs. Bishop in “ Journeys in Persia and Kurdistan, “are to be admired and liked. Their beauty is a source of constant enjoyment, and they are almost invariably gentle and docile. It is in vain to form any resolution against making a pet of one of them. My new acquisition, ‘ Boy,’ insists on being petted, and his enticing ways are irresistible., He is always tethered in front of my'tent, with a rope long enough to give him considerable liberty, and he took advantage of it the very first day to come into the tent, and make it apparent that he wanted me to divide a melon with him. Grapes were his preference, then came cucumber, bread, and biscuits. Finally, he drank milk out of a soup plate. He comes up to me and puts down his head tohave his ears rubbed, and if 1 do not attend to him at once, or if I cease attending to him he gives me a gentle but admonitory thump. I dine outside the tent and he is tied to my chair and waits with wonderful patience for the odds and ends, only occasionally rubbing his soft noso against my face to remind me that he is there. A friendly snuffle is the only sound he makes. He does not know how to fight or that teeth and heels are for any other uses than eating and walking. He is really the gentliest and most docile of his race. The point at which he draws the line is being led; then he drags back and a mulish look comes into his eyes. But he follows like a dog, and when I walk ho is always with me. He comes when I call him, stops when I do, accompanies me when I leave the road in search of flowers, and usually puts his head either on my shoulder or under my arm. To him I am an embodiment of melons, cucumbers, grapes, pears, peaches, biscuits, and sugar,, with a good deal of petting and are-rubbing thrown in.”