The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



why she had not been able to swim ashore. 

 In the water, which was very deep, she had 

 struck out to swim and in some way had thrown 

 her right foot through her head-stall. She 

 had made a most gallant struggle to free her 

 leg, as the condition of the headstall showed. 

 She had broken part, and the rest was nearly 

 broken through — a little more and she would 

 have been free. In her death agony she slipped 

 a filly foal by Rohan, and its poor little body 

 was found floating beside its Mother's. 



I can only relate the facts. I cannot explain 

 them. Call it, if you please, a case of mental 

 telepathy, but it does not get one very much 

 nearer. One deduction does, however, emerge 

 with clarity — the receiving and transmitting 

 apparatus must have been very closely attuned. 

 I loved the mare, and the circumstances of her 

 death made the most profound impression upon 

 me. Even now, if I catch sight of anything 

 floating in that pond, with the smallest resem- 

 blance to what I saw that night, the memory 

 of it gives a stab at my heart. 



I have never known a cheerier foal. She 

 was the gayest, most lighthearted, happiest, 

 merriest little fairy that ever was born. She 



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