The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



Whenever I crossed the fence into the next 

 field, she never took her eyes from me, but 

 waited for my return, and never left her place 

 at the fence. Curiously she was not jealous 

 of my attentions to other ponies in her own 

 field, and when I went up to them she waited 

 nearby until I was free, and then followed 

 me, wherever I went, just at my elbow. If I 

 lay or sat down on the grass, she had the habit 

 of standing behind me with her head bent over 

 mine, and every now and then used to lick 

 me on the back of my neck. 



I never can resist being licked by a horse ; 

 licking you and gently rubbing his nose and 

 head against you, with sometimes a gentle 

 Httle nip, just as hard as he would give to his 

 pet mare, are really the only means available 

 to him of showing the running over of his 

 affection for you. 



When Windermere's foal arrived on the 2nd 

 May, 1912, I was present and did what I could 

 to help her ; for which she seemed to be extra- 

 ordinarily appreciative, for she divided her 

 attentions, and licked me almost as much as 

 she did her foal. Her filly foal, Cubawinna, 

 became a great pet; and during that summer 

 the pair, when they saw me on the lawn, or 

 getting over the railings into the field, in- 

 variably raced up to me at top speed. 



When weaning time came, Windermere was 

 greatly distressed at losing her foal, and I 



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