The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



up and is going to think this matter out. See 

 the play of his ears ; one second both pricked 

 forward, then one comes back and then the 

 other, and then a shake of the head and a 

 saucy glance at you to see what you make of it. 

 He is not so free with his nose as a prehensile 

 tester this time — it's the smells part which 

 he has under examination and grave consider- 

 ation. He will bob his head up and down a 

 little, and then, up will go his nose high in the 

 air, his neck stretched to its utmost limit 

 with his upper lip curled right over his nose. 

 First one way will he screw his head round, 

 and then the other, with Up curled up and all 

 the time he is taking great sniffs of air. Eh, 

 but this horse is a great connoisseur in smells ! 

 He is not going to lose any part of one of them. 

 He lowers his head and pops his nose into the 

 density of something quite special in the way 

 of an odour, gets it, sweeps his head up into 

 the air again, and begins a slow long-drawn- 

 out inspiration, with a spiral movement of his 

 curled-up nose, which does not allow one 

 particle of it to escape examination or be 

 wasted. It is so entrancing that he has to 

 shut his eyes. Tizz — Tizz — Tizz. He has got 

 to the bottom of the smells and has secured 

 quite a lot of satisfaction out of them, and 

 thinks it time to investigate further this thing 

 that does the Tizz — Tizz — Tizz, so out goes 

 his nose against the bonnet. Just a touch and 



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