"Look here, Frenchy," scoffed Madariaga. "All these are novels and
poems! Pure lies! . . . Hot air!"
He had his private library, vastly more important and glorious, and
occupying less space. In his desk, adorned with guns, thongs, and chaps
studded with silver, was a little compartment containing deeds and
various legal documents which the ranchman surveyed with great pride.
"Pay attention, now and hear marvellous things," announced the master to
Desnoyers, as he took out one of his memorandum books.
This volume contained the pedigree of the famous animals which had
improved his breeds of stock, the genealogical trees, the patents of
nobility of his aristocratic beasts. He would have to read its contents
to him since he did not permit even his family to touch these records.
And with his spectacles on the end of his nose, he would spell out the
credentials of each animal celebrity. "Diamond III, grandson of Diamond
I, owned by the King of England, son of Diamond II, winner in the
races." His Diamond had cost him many thousands, but the finest horses
on the ranch, those which brought the most marvellous prices, were his
descendants.
"That horse had more sense than most people. He only lacked the power
to talk. He's the one that's stuffed, near the door of the parlor. The
girls wanted him thrown out. . . . Just let them dare to touch him! I'd
chuck them out first!"
Then he would continue reading the history of a dynasty of bulls
with distinctive names and a succession of Roman numbers, the same as
kings--animals acquired by the stubborn ranchman in the great cattle
fairs of England.
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