ing was broad and easy, and but a little distance 

 ahead he saw the airy towers and gleaming 

 palaces and the tall and shady trees of the 

 great city which he knew somehow, though 

 he could not tell its name, to be 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 mo- 

 ment 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 Sylves- 

 ter could not forbear to pat his honest neck, 

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

 for he obesrved 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, 

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