The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



and finds that fresh stores have come in, and 

 annexes the lot. The mare has been waiting 

 for this, and now that, for the time being, she 

 has been of all the use she can be to him, and 

 after a glance to see that you are still there, 

 she decides that it is her turn to take a rest, 

 sinks down on to the warm grass and rolls 

 over, with a grunt of relief, flat on her side. 

 This is a surprise to the foal, and at first he 

 hardly knows what to make of it. He stands 

 off for a little, all eyes and ears, then some- 

 what apprehensively approaches his prostrate 

 parent and smells her. She seems all right, 

 but he is not certain. He hesitates, then 

 moves a little further, puts down his head 

 and smells her again, and so on until he finally 

 concludes that there's nothing much amiss. 

 The mare Ues motionless, except for an 

 occasional flick of the tail. The foal is full and 

 feels quite good, and, the interest in his parent 

 having subsided, draws himself up and looks 

 about for adventure. 



This is your great opportunity, so arise quite 

 slowly and stand stock still. Then it is that 

 this great marvel happens. The foal looks at 

 you ; knows you ; recognises that old hat and 

 coat, and with a cheerful toss of the head 

 makes straight for you without any hesitation 

 whatever. Right up to you he comes, affec- 

 tion for you gleaming in his beautiful eyes, and 

 there — ^with his dear nose — he touches your 



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