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or that the ploughman, wrapped up in a top-coat that 
might resist the rigors of a Siberian winter, creeps 
after them, as frigid and benumbed an object as the 
animals themselves!” : 
He also tells the following incident, vouching for 
its truth: “A farmer who lived at Longstock, near 
Stockbridge, many years ago, was one day walking 
about his farm with a facetious friend. They noticed 
a plough, with horses and man, in the middle of a field, 
and the friend suggested that it was standing still. 
The farmer declared it was moving, and a dispute 
arose and ran high between them as to which was the 
case. To settle the question, they hit upon the ex- 
pedient of getting a fold-shore, and setting it up ina 
line with the horses’ heads and some conspicuous ob- 
ject beyond. But the ploughman now observed them, 
and, suspecting what they were about, became trou- 
bled in conscience, and whipped up his horses, which 
then quickened their pace, so that the fact that they 
were really moving became obvious; and,” says the 
writer, “we may see examples of the same sluggish- 
ness every day of our lives.” 
In the United States, in the eastern part at least, 
the farm horse can hardly be called a cart horse, for 
he is comparatively light in build. It is in the city 
that we find the cart horse in his noblest form and 
highest condition, and there he will doubtless con- 
tinue, until the warehouses crumble to dust and grass: 
grows in the highway. The car horse is fast disap- 
pearing; and every lover of dumb animals will re- 
joice that this should be so, for the electric current 
that invisibly takes his place has no capacity for 
suffering. 
