The Beetle Who Went on His Travels

THERE was once an Emperor who had a horse shod with gold. He had a golden shoe on each foot， and why was this？ He was a beautiful creature， with slender legs， bright， intelligent eyes， and a mane that hung down over his neck like a veil. He had carried his master through fire and smoke in the battle-field， with the bullets whistling round him； he had kicked and bitten， and taken part in the fight， when the enemy advanced； and， with his master on his back， he had dashed over the fallen foe， and saved the golden crown and the Emperor's life，  which was of more value than the brightest gold. This is the reason of the Emperor's horse wearing golden shoes.

　　A beetle came creeping forth from the stable， where the farrier had been shoeing the horse. “Great ones， first， of course，” said he， “and then the little ones； but size is not always a proof of greatness.” He stretched out his thin leg as he spoke.

　　“And pray what do you want？” asked the farrier.

　　“Golden shoes，” replied the beetle.

　　“Why， you must be out of your senses，” cried the farrier. “Golden shoes for you， indeed！”

　　“Yes， certainly； golden shoes，” replied the beetle. “Am I not just as good as that great creature yonder， who is waited upon and brushed， and has food and drink placed before him？ And don't I belong to the royal stables？”