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mistress and Mrs. Watt did for him, poor Brownie 
lay down on the lawn and died. 
I couldn’t help thinking of poor Dappledun, of 
whom it is written : 
“ He ran in clover up to his knees, 
His trough was filled with stuff; 
Yet he’d jump the neighbor’s fence, and act 
As if he hadn’t enough. 
“ If only he could have been content 
With his feed of oats and hay, 
Poor headstrong, foolish Dappledun 
Had been alive to-day. 
“ But one night when the rack was filled 
With what he ought to eat, 
He thrust his nose out of his stall, 
And into a bin of wheat. 
“ And there he ate, and ate, and ate, 
And when he reached the tank 
Where Johnny watered him next morn, 
He drank, and drank, and drank. 
“And when that night John carried him 
The sweet hay from the rick, 
He lay and groaned, and groaned, and groaned, 
For Dappledun was sick. 
“ And when another morning came 
And John rose from his bed, 
And went to water Dappledun, 
Poor Dappledun was dead ! ” 
