The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



gaze on the motoi'; makes a burst forward, and, 

 seeing safety in the road beyond, dashes past in 

 frantic fear. The boy, cursing, saws at his mouth, 

 which is bleeding, and the horse, a mass of sweat, is 

 pulled up a quarter of a mile further on. On return 

 the riding lad, asked to account for the condition 

 of the horse, which is still excited and trembling, 

 answers, " Oh I had a little trouble to get him to 

 pass a motor.") 



At the distance of five or six yards, ride him 

 up and down past the motor, letting the disciple 

 keep his head to it all the time. Tizz — Tizz — 

 Tizz purrs the motor, and the horse is getting 

 used to it. Come to a stand opposite the rear 

 wheel. Scratch his neck and tell him to go up 

 to it. And he will, a little at a time and with 

 a bit of snorting, until he actually touches the 

 hood with his nose. Brave old disciple ! How 

 pleased he is ! Make all the fuss in the world 

 of him and he will touch it again and again, 

 curling his lip up, if he thinks the smell a bit 

 poignant. Then he will look round at you as 

 though to say " Mate ! I don't think much of 

 this, it's all right ! " Move him a foot or two 

 along, to get another smell in a fresh place. 

 He will do that and ask for more. Move him 

 along to the bonnet. Here it is a little more 

 exciting, as this is undoubtedly the place where 

 the Tizz — Tizz — Tizz comes from, and there 

 are all sorts of essences and flavours which he 

 has never met before. He holds his head 



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