his destination. " Heaven be praised for all its 

 mercies," said Sylvester. " I have but a short 

 way to make, and then I shall be at rest.'* 

 $& So saying the good Sylvester trudged 

 cheerily forward, making light of his past 

 sufferings in the hope of what was to come. 

 On a sudden, as he walked, he heard behind 

 him a clattering of heavy hoofs, and in a 

 moment a great grey horse, rough in coat 

 and mane and tufted about his feet with long 

 hair, stood beside him and whinnied for joy. 

 So friendly, indeed, seemed the horse that 

 Sylvester could not forbear to pat his honest 

 neck, and as he did so a light broke into his 

 mind, for he observed that there was a nick 

 in one of the horse's ears, as though some 

 one had clipped a little triangle out of it. 

 " Surely," he said aloud, " this is my old 

 horse Justin, whom I have mourned and 

 missed these ten years past." 

 f At this the grey whinnied even more 

 loudly, and Sylvester stroked and patted him 

 and kissed him on the nose, and in return the 

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