"Meanin' you?" said the Deacon.

"The horses o' Kansas are behind me with their multitoodinous
thunderin' hooves, an' we say, simply but grandly, that we take
our stand with all four feet on the inalienable rights of the horse,
pure and simple,- the high-toned child o' nature, fed by the same
wavin' grass, cooled by the same ripplin' brook - yes, an' warmed
by the same gen'rous sun as falls impartially on the outside an'
the inside of the pampered machine o' the trottin'-track, or the
bloated coupe-horses o' these yere Eastern cities. Are we not the
same flesh an' blood?"

"Not by a bushel an' a half," said the Deacon, under his breath.
"Grandee never was in Kansas."

"My! Ain't that elegant, though, abaout the wavin' grass an' the
ripplin' brooks?" Tuck whispered in Nip's ear. "The gentleman's
real convincin' I think."

"I say we are the same flesh an' blood! Are we to be separated,
horse from horse, by the artificial barriers of a trottin'-record,
or are we to look down upon each other on the strength o' the gifts
o' nature - an extry inch below the knee, or slightly more powerful
quarters? What's the use o' them advantages to you? Man the
Oppressor comes along, an' sees you're likely an' good-lookin', an'
grinds you to the face o' the earth. What for? For his own
pleasure: for his own convenience! Young an' old, black an' bay,
white an' grey, there's no distinctions made between us. We're
ground up together under the remorseless teeth o' the engines of
oppression !"