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quently sold for a song, — he could tell me no 

 more. She had passed to the lower sphere of 

 equine life and usefulness, — he had heard of a 

 fish-wagon, but he knew nothing about it. What 

 he did know was, that the dealer was a dreadful 

 jockey, and that it would never do to ask him. 

 Now, here was something to live for, — a sort of 

 princess in disgrace, whom it would be an honor 

 to rescue, and my horse-hunting acquired a new 

 interest. 



By easy stages, I cultivated the friendship of 

 the youth who, in those days, did the morning's 

 sweeping-out at the Bull's Head Hotel. He had 

 grown up in the alluring shades of the horse- 

 market, and his daily communion from childhood 

 had been with that "noble animal." To him 

 horses were the individuals of the world, — men 

 their necessary attendants, and of only attendant 

 importance. Of course he knew of this black she- 

 devil; and he thought that "a hoss that could 

 trot like she could on the halter " must be crazy 

 not to go in harness. 



However, he thought she had got her deserts 



