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HORSE DAYS Sleigh and cattle going to market. mentioned, gone are the long, linen dust-coats, heavy veils, and driving gauntlets. And the clouds of dust floating on the solemn air, marking the slow progress of a funeral, with its black and plumed hearse-horses, and a long line of creaking buggies. And the squeak- ing sleighs, driven by shivering farmers, huddled in fur-coats against biting winds, with frost fringed faces and icicles on whiskers. And the shouting children "riding the sleighs" up and down the streets. And equine terms such as "crib-sucker", "heaves", "spavins", and "guaranteed good for man and beast". Gone, too, is the old-time junk-man. His sorry looking plug would limp along, pulling a misshapen wagon filled with old papers, old clothes and scrap iron. As he drove by, he would mournfully cry in sonorous tones, "Rags, bones and bottles!" And from far and wide his cry would be mockingly echoed by small boys, some of whom would hurl a clod of earth or a rotten fruit. With the junk-man is gone the itinerant salesman, such as the medicine-man and the fish-monger, who used to tour the countryside behind a horse or team, often ringing a bell to announce his coming. And where are the boys who in the wintertime hid behind a fence and threw snow-balls at passing horses to startle them into a gallop; and in the summertime, tossed fire-crackers? And the farm dogs that came slinking into town behind a wagon, and unless particularly ferocious, were mauled and chewed by town-dogs, to the noise of yips and yowls. And the palfrey that pulled a buggy and prancing stallion from place to place? Nearly all private stables are gone. In these, store-keepers, carters, 215