THOROUGHBREDS
by W. A. Fraser
Dedicated to a THOROUGHBRED MY WIFE
CONTENTS
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I
Less than a hundred miles from the city of Gotham, across broad green fields, dotted into squares and oblong valleys by full-leafed maple, and elm, and mulberry, was the village of Brookfield. A hundred years of expansion in the surrounding land had acted inversely with the little hamlet, and had pinched it into a hermitical isolation.