The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



in any way hurt me. When she was about 

 a month old she always saluted me, on my 

 first coming into the field, in this way — then 

 would scamper back to her mother, jump up, put 

 her feet momentarily on her back, and race 

 back to me to give me another embrace. But 

 always, notwithstanding her high spirits, with 

 the utmost gentleness. Often when following 

 me about the field, if she thought I was taking 

 insufficient notice of her, she would rear up 

 and put her forelegs over my shoulder. I 

 would catch hold of her feet and she would 

 walk Uke this quite a long way. Her capers 

 were wonderful. She always indulged in 

 gymnastics in the double run between me and 

 her mother, rising up often, with her forelegs 

 high in the air, and going on her hind legs 

 alone. Then she would dip down, and give 

 almost vertical kicks in the air with her hind 

 legs ; finishing up with the most marvellous 

 series of bounds and bucks, all the while squeal- 

 ing with delight. 



That was before the days of the biograph, 

 and I would give a great deal to have now a 

 record on the film of some of her wonderful 

 exhibitions. Tliey were the very acme of 

 beautiful physical movements prompted by 

 the sheer delight of being alive, and I do not 

 conceive how they could possibly be excelled 

 by any living thing. One of her most remark- 

 able gaits was a prancing] movement, -with her 



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