attention. Except for these short excursions to the fence he never stops eating. Now it is one thing to have unlimited food, it is another to have an unlimited appetite. I have heard the millionaire pitied because, having the means to gratify his taste for fine dishes to any extent, he is physically incapable of eating more than one dinner in the day. Therefore, it is argued, he is really no better off than a much poorer man. Jack is outside this kind of consideration altogether. Truly, he eats but one dinner a day. But it begins in early morning, and it only stops when he is led reluctantly stablewards at night. He is like the cigarette-smoker, whose pleasure consists enormously in the smoke itself, but infinitely more in the not being without it. So long as Jack is permitted to chew, so long he remains contented, easy-tempered, placid. But remove him from his victuals and he rapidly grows irritable.
Until we came into the Valley such was the ideal existence of this ass. Once a week, on market day, Mrs. Bunting harnessed him to his little cart and permitted him to trot into the town with her and back. It was a jaunt that he enjoyed. Every creature above the limpet feels now and then the need of a little gentle exercise. This causes a quicker movement of the blood,
