George Washington's mother had a span of iron grey horses of splendid figure and remarkable spirit, of which she was very. fond. One of these, though docile by the side of his mate in the carriage harness, had never been broken to the saddle. It was said that the spirited animal would allow no one to mount him. George, though then a lad of but thirteen years of age, was very tall, strong and athletic. One morning, as the colts were feeding upon the lawn, George who had some companions visiting him, approached the high blooded steed and after soothing him some time with caresses watched his opportunity and leaped upon his back. The horse for a moment seemed stupefied with surprise and indignation.