The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



And so, playing together, you come back to 

 the mare. She is quite strong now, and so is 

 the colt, and both are ready for anything. 

 She gets up, and he revictuals himself. When 

 he is done you clap your hands, and the mare 

 takes him off for his first canter. She goes 

 quietly at first, looking back to see that the 

 foal follows, which he does gaily. Now watch 

 him closely. The mare starts with a slow trot, 

 making a semicircle to let the foal get up to 

 her. He makes a short cut, dodges round a 

 clump of quickly growing thistles, and a little 

 later round a fallen branch, showing that he 

 already has knowledge of what they are, and 

 that they are things to be avoided. He 

 reaches his mother, and from pure joy bounds 

 into the air beside her. In a second bound 

 he throws his forelegs on to her back. This 

 makes her increase her pace, and the little 

 chap canters alongside, just at her shoulder. 

 He is going quite strong, when he makes a 

 sudden slip, and over he goes. The mare 

 checks herself, sees that nothing is amiss, and 



and into the sun. It had not found its legs, so there was 

 difficulty in doing so, but it looked upon me as its best friend, 

 and did all it could to help. Finally I got it on to the grass 

 and its demeanour to me of pronounced affection excited 

 Mr. Cambridge's extreme surprise. 



As he is the only man who, except myself, has seen this 

 curious and interesting phenomenon of recognition as the 

 result of prenatal acquaintance, Mr. Cambridge has kindly 

 permitted me to give his name and address as being a witness 

 thereto. 



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