The Wallencampers were staunch on the matter of individual rights; they
turned each his own horse and cow into his own door-yard. Animated,
doubtless, by something of the same principle, those attenuated animals,
having made an impartial _detour_ of the premises, congregated, as of one
accord, along the highway, especially in that part of the lane between
the Ark and the school-house.
I made my way through these new perils from day to day, in safety, until
the deepening green of the hills and fields called the herd away to wider
pastures.
Dr. Aberdeen, however, remained behind. Dr. Aberdeen, as he was termed by
the Wallencampers, was a horse of peculiar and distinguished parts. Among
his other eccentric gifts, he had a harmless habit of chasing beings of a
superior race. In what manner this propensity had first manifested
itself, I do not know, but it had been eagerly seized upon as ground for
further development by the juvenile element of Wallencamp, and especially
by the Modoc, under whose lively tuition the animal had reached an almost
strategic ability in the art.
Dr. Aberdeen was truly of the mildest disposition imaginable. He had
never been known to kick.
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