The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



he gets a thrill of vibration. Gee-whizz, he 

 starts back. What was that ? Snort, snort, 

 snort. But it didn't hurt — so out goes the 

 nose and he tries again. Start and snort. 

 Dear me ! this is very odd, but there's really 

 nothing in it. Once again — no, there's posi- 

 tively nothing in it. So up comes his head 

 and he turns round to look out of that dark 

 eye at you and to tell you there ain't a darned 

 thing in it, and its positively boresome ! He 

 looks up the road and watches a dog, and is 

 doing nothing more in motors. 



So move him away and bring him back 

 past the motor, and he doesn't even look at it. 

 Do this once or twice more, and that bogey has 

 fallen down dead, and it can Tizz all it likes 

 for what he cares. It's a sheer fraud. 



It's worth a lump of sugar, though, and so 

 homewards. We are pleased with everything 

 we have seen, and with everything we meet. 



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