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Little Warhorse 
Jacky’s Jump.” But there was a Greyhound 
that could leap better than the Jack, and when 
he could not follow through a fence, he jumped 
over it. He tried the Warhorse’s mettle more 
than once, and Jacky only saved himself by his 
quick dodging, till they got to an Osage hedge, 
and here the Greyhound had to give it up. Be- 
sides these, there was in town a rabble of big 
and little Dogs that were troublesome, but 
easily left behind in the open. 
In the country there was a Dog at each 
farm-house, but only one that the Warhorse 
really feared; that was a long-legged, fierce, 
black Dog, a brute so swift and pertinacious 
that he had several times forced the Warhorse 
almost to the last extremity. 
For the town Cats he cared little; only once 
or twice had he been threatened by them. A 
huge Tom-cat flushed with many victories came 
crawling up to where he fed one moonlight 
night. Jack Warhorse saw the black creature 
with the glowing eyes, and a moment before 
the final rush, he faced it, raised up on his 
haunches, —his hind legs,—at full length on his 
toes,—with his broad ears towering up yet six 
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