Excerpt from My Recollections of Ontario This was the commencement of a friendship which was only closed by his death some years ago. After this chance meeting it was always pleasant to meet dear old Dick in the show ring, at the International, or under the shadow of the Rockies when we made a trip to the Colorado sheep feeding grounds. Among other qualities, he had a facile pen and it ran riot when he got on old days, among English villages, or simple homesteads, with cows that were rich at the pail, or towering castles, forhe was born under the walls of Belvoir where horse, hound and huntsman went merrily forth on winter morn ings to pursue the fox. It is well that he lived in those days; that the glamor hanging round, festooned by gar lands and fairy-like in its rich colors, should have guarded his life from these sad scenes which to-day are written deep in blood on the fields of Flanders or pierce the quiet of some little thatched cottage with its latticed windows and trailing roses amid English meadow lands from whence father or son responded to the call of his country. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.