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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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BIRTWICK PARK.
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and airy. I never was in a better box than that, and the sides were not so high but that I could see all that went on through the iron rails that were at the top.
He gave me some very nice oats, he patted me, spoke kindly, and then went away.
"My Coat was Brushed Every Day."
When I had eaten my oats I looked round. In the stall next to mine stood a little fat gray pony, with a thick mane and tail, a very pretty head and a pert little nose.
I put my head up to the iron rails at the top of my box and said, "How do you do? What is your name?"
He turned round as far as his halter would allow, held up his head and said, " My name is Merry legs. I am very
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