like a man, but knows things by instinct. Ned and I often get to 

 talking over the past. We are both very happy because we have 

 such a kind Master, and such a good home. When a stormy day 

 comes (and such weather is bound to be), we are comfortably 

 housed and blanketed. One day Ned said to me: "What would 

 you do in case fire broke out in our quarters?" I told him that 

 I would "break out" too. "But," said Ned, "suppose you were 

 tied and the door was barred and locked." "Well," I replied, 

 "our Master is more considerate; he never ties us and never locks 

 the door nor bars it unless a groom is on guard with us." I saw a 

 big fire once in the East where I was giving an exhibition of my edu- 

 cational powers, and thousands of curious people came to see me 

 and were astounded at my knowledge. A livery stable burned 

 down. In this stable were many horses who in their day had been 

 considered noble steeds and magnificent chargers. As their use- 

 fulness waned the poor steeds were taken from the family carriage 

 and sold to the livery man for hire. That's the way of our race. 

 We are shunted and sent to the scrap pile when we are no longer 

 young and spry. One day when Ned and I were down town we 

 saw a horse running away. He was hitched to a delivery wagon 

 and scattered everything' before him, and after him too. We were 

 going in his direction and Master allowed us to canter along pretty 

 lively. As we came to a bend in the road we saw a great crowd 

 hurrying to the delivery horse, who had been badly hurt by an 



accidental fall. 

 When we got in 

 speaking distance we 

 asked the wounded 

 horse all about his 

 rash act. "Oh, I am 

 in such pain," said 

 he, "that I don't care 

 what becomes of me 

 now." "Why did 

 you run away?" 

 asked Ned. "Oh, be- 

 cause I was abused," 

 he retorted. "They 



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