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as a coal, as big again moving as when he stood still, 

 and with speed enough to send him round a mile-track 

 in road condition in 2.38. He was as good a little horse 

 as I ever saw ; and his name was Doncaster. My next 

 colt was a mare, fifteen hands high, quiet and calm, 

 and a little phlegmatic in her temperament; with a 

 fine head ; long and well-proportioned neck ; well-bal- 

 anced shoulders and quarters; with an easy, stealing 

 gait; honest; reliable; somewhat timid ; who could trot 

 in about three minutes ; not quite as large when moving 

 as when standing still ; in color black, with white hind- 

 feet. She was a most amiable and lovely mare ; and 

 her name was Jemima. My next colt was a delicate, 

 nervous, incapable, fine-drawn, light-limbed mare, about 

 fourteen hands two inches high, in color black, and 

 in all her attributes thin. She never got so far with 

 me as to have a name. My next colt was a solid, lazy, 

 inactive chunk of a bay horse, as unattractive as possi- 

 ble ; slow ; would not go without whipping, and, if 

 you whipped him, would make for the nearest stone 

 wall ; had neither vigor nor speed, but possessed the 

 same power of endurance as distinguishes an ox. He 

 lives on a farm somewhere now ; and I am sure he 

 enjoys its repose. He never had any name, so far as 

 I know. My fifth and last colt was a horse ; and such 

 a horse ! Why, Jim ! — I own liiin now, an airy-gaited, 

 elastic, vigorous bay, fifteen hands high ; weighs ten 

 hundred and forty pounds ; with a head full of delicacy 

 and strength ; with fire and prudence combined ; with a 



