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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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MERRYLEGS.
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was quite agreeable. They rode me by turns, and I galloped them about, up and down the fields and all about the or­chard, for a gojd hour. They had each cut a great hazel stick for a riding-whip, and laid it on a little too hard ; but I took it in good part, till at last I thought we had had enough, so I stopped two or three times by way of a hint.
"Merrylegs."
Boys, you see, think a horse or pony is like a steam engine or a threshing machine, and can go as long and as fast as they please; they never think that a pony can get tired, or have any feelings; so as the one who was whipping me could not understand, I just rose up on my hind legs and let him slip off behind—that was all j he mounted me again,
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