MORVICH 



MORVICH 



The Wonder Horse 



Part I 

 COLTHOOD 



Well do I remember the day when I was 

 named. Up to that time I had been merely a 

 nameless colt running in pasture beside my 

 mother, Hymir. It was a day of shadows and 

 sunshine, the winter rains had brought the 

 grass of the pasture to a lush green, the ground 

 was spongy beneath my feet, the blood danc- 

 ing in my veins. 



I know now that I must have seemed an 

 awkward sight to the two men who came down 

 into the wide pasture. But up to that time the 

 stableboys and other humans with whom I had 

 to deal had not paid me much attention. I 

 was not aware that I differed radically in ap- 



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