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"
I
don
’
t
know
,
I
’
m
sure
,
"
replied
the
Sawhorse
.
"
That
is
what
we
are
trying
to
find
out
,
"
remarked
the
Scarecrow
.
"
The
object
of
a
race
is
to
see
who
can
win
it
—
or
at
least
that
is
what
my
excellent
brains
think
.
"
"
Once
,
when
I
was
young
,
"
said
Jim
,
"
I
was
a
race
horse
,
and
defeated
all
who
dared
run
against
me
.
I
was
born
in
Kentucky
,
you
know
,
where
all
the
best
and
most
aristocratic
horses
come
from
.
"
"
But
you
’
re
old
,
now
,
Jim
,
"
suggested
Zeb
.
"
Old
!
Why
,
I
feel
like
a
colt
today
,
"
replied
Jim
.
"
I
only
wish
there
was
a
real
horse
here
for
me
to
race
with
.
I
’
d
show
the
people
a
fine
sight
,
I
can
tell
you
.
"
"
Then
why
not
race
with
the
Sawhorse
?
"
enquired
the
Scarecrow
.
"
He
’
s
afraid
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
answered
the
Sawhorse
.
"
I
merely
said
it
wasn
’
t
fair
.
But
if
my
friend
the
Real
Horse
is
willing
to
undertake
the
race
I
am
quite
ready
.
"
So
they
unharnessed
Jim
and
took
the
saddle
off
the
Sawhorse
,
and
the
two
queerly
matched
animals
were
stood
side
by
side
for
the
start
.
"
When
I
say
’
Go
!
’
"
Zeb
called
to
them
,
"
you
must
dig
out
and
race
until
you
reach
those
three
trees
you
see
over
yonder
.
Then
circle
’
round
them
and
come
back
again
.
The
first
one
that
passes
the
place
where
the
Princess
sits
shall
be
named
the
winner
.
Are
you
ready
?
"
