Kansas, where the noblest of our kind have their abidin' place among
the sunflowers on the threshold o' the settin' sun in his glory."

"An' they sent you ahead as a sample?" said Rick, with an amused
quiver of his long, beautifully groomed tail, as thick and as fine
and as wavy as a quadroon's back hair.

"Kansas, sir, needs no advertisement. Her native sons rely on
themselves an' their native sires. Yes, sir."

Then Tweezy lifted up his wise and polite old head. His affliction
makes him bashful as a rule, but he is ever the most courteous of
horses.

"Excuse me, suh," he said slowly, "but, unless I have been
misinfohmed, most of your prominent siahs, suh, are impo'ted from
Kentucky; an' I'm from Paduky."

There was the least little touch of pride in the last words.

"Any horse dat knows beans," said Muldoon, suddenly (he had been
standing with his hairy chin on Tweezy's broad quarters), "gits
outer Kansas 'fore dey crip his shoes. I blew in dere from Ioway
in de days o' me youth an' innocence, an' I wuz grateful when dey
boxed me fer N' York. You can't tell me anything about Kansas I
don't wanter fergit. De Belt Line stables ain't no Hoffman House,
but dey're Vanderbilts 'longside o' Kansas."

"What the horses o' Kansas think to-day, the horses of America will
think to-morrow; an' I tell you that when the horses of America