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BLACK BEAUTY. |
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tented; all who had to do with me were good, and I had a light, airy stable and the best of food. What more could I want? Why, liberty! For three years and a half of my life I had had all the liberty I could wish for; but now, |
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"Liberty,"
week after week, month after month, and no doubt year after year, I must stand up in a stable night and day except wrhen I am wanted, and then I must be just as steady and quiet as any old horse who has worked twenty years. Straps here and straps there, a bit in my mouth, and blinkers over my eyes. Now I am not complaining, for I |
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