he answered, laughingly--immediately adding
in a serious tone: "Professor Andrus is the famous
'horse-tamer' who has been driving the country
absolutely wild here for two or three days. Stand up
here where you can see!" he went on, excitedly.

"Yonder he comes! Isn't that splendid?"

And it was.

Across the sea of heads, and facing toward us
down the track, I caught sight of a glossy span of
horses that in their perfect beauty of symmetry,
high heads and tossing manes looked as though
they were just prancing out of some Arabian dream.
The animals seemed nude of rein or harness, save
only a jeweled strap that crossed the breast of each,
together with a slender trace at either side connecting
with a jaunty little phaeton whose glittering
wheels slivered the sunshine into splinters as they
spun. Upon the narrow seat of the airy vehicle sat
the driver. No lines were wound about his hands
--no shout or lash to goad the horses to their telling
speed. They were simply directed and controlled
by the graceful motions of a long and slender whip
which waved slowly to and fro above their heads.
The great crowd cheered the master as he came. He
arose deliberately, took off his hat, and bowed. The
applause was deafening. Still standing, he whizzed
past us and was gone. But something in the manner