SEPTEMBER 16: Prince, the Horse
“I have a true story to tell you,” commenced daddy, “of a horse who wouldn’t be sold!
“The horse’s name was Prince, and he belonged to a farmer who had six nice little children.
“One day along the road came a man in a big wagon, driving two horses. The children didn’t like the looks of the man though they didn’t quite know why, until he said: ‘That’s a fine horse you drove to town yesterday. I’ll buy him from you for three hundred dollars.’ Now the farmer was not rich—he was really poor, and he needed three hundred dollars more than he needed Prince.
“‘Well,’ he said at last, ‘I’ll sell him to you.’
“The next morning when the farmer got up—very early—for the children had said their good-bys to Prince, and none of them could bear to see him go—he went over to the stable and hitched Prince to the wagon.
“Prince gave a low ‘Whinny-whinny,’ and licked his master’s hand.
“‘Oh Prince, Prince, don’t do that,’ said his master half choking with tears. And Prince neighed softly.
“They started off, the farmer holding the reins loosely, as if he couldn’t bear to guide Prince to the town. Prince knew where he was going and went ahead. But every few minutes he would turn around, and look at his master, and there were real tears in his big eyes. ‘Prince,’ shouted his master, ‘you’re worth more to us than that money! Turn around!’ And Prince neighed joyfully this time, as his master turned him around, and said, ‘Home, Prince, we’re going home!’”