Father says you wouldn't put a lot of people in separate boxes in a room, where they couldn't see each other, and horses are just as fond of company as we are.

Cleve and Pacer are always nosing each other.
A horse has a long memory.

Father has had horses recognize him, that he has been parted from for twenty years.

Speaking of their memories reminds me of another good story about Pacer that I never heard till yesterday, and that I would not talk about to any one but you and mother.

Father wouldn't write me about it, for he never will put a line on paper where any one's reputation is concerned." * * * * *.