HORSE and an Ass were travelling 

 together, the Horse prancing along 

 in its fine trappings, the Ass carry- 

 ing with difficulty the heavyweight 

 in its panniers. " I wish I were you/ 3 sighed 

 the Ass ; " nothing to do and well fed, and all 

 that fine harness upon you.' Next day, how- 

 ever, there was a great battle, and the Horse 

 was wounded to death in the final charge of the 

 day. His friend, the Ass, happened to pass by 

 shortly afterwards and found him on the point 

 of death. " I was wrong," said the Ass : 



" Better ljumlile gecurfrj? tljan gilDeti Hanger*" 



