Little Warhorse 
a very black-and-white one is hopeless.” They 
might, indeed, follow for a time, but that was 
merely for the fun of a chivvy, and his growing 
power often led Warhorse to seek the chase for 
the sake of a little excitement, and to take 
hazards that others less gifted were most care- 
ful to avoid. 
Jack, like all other wild animals, had a cer- 
tain range or country which was home to him, 
and outside of this he rarely strayed. It was 
about three miles across, extending easterly 
from the centre of the village. Scattered 
through this he had a number of “ forms,” or 
“beds” as they are locally called. These were 
mere hollows situated under a sheltering bush 
or bunch of grass, without lining excepting the 
accidental grass and in-blown leaves. But 
comfort was not forgotten. Some of them were 
for hot weather; they faced the north, were 
scarcely sunk, were little more than shady 
places. Some for the cold weather were deep 
hollows with southern exposure, and others for 
the wet were well roofed with herbage and 
faced the west. In one or other of these he 
spent the day, and at night he went forth to 
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