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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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	GOING FOR THE DOCTOR.                            75
	I will not tell about our way back. The doctor was a heavier man than John, and not so good a rider; how­ever, I did my very best. The man at the toll-gate had it open. When we came to the hill, the doctor drew me up. " Now, my good fellow," he said, " take some breath." I was glad he did, for I was nearly spent, but that breath­ing helped me on, and soon we were in the park. Joe was at the lodge gate; my master was at the Hall door, for he
	"The Air was Frosty, the Moon was Bright."
	had heard us coming. He spoke not a word; the doctor went into the house with him, and Joe led me to the stable. I was glad to get home; my legs shook under me, and I could only stand and pant. I had not a dry hair on my body, the water ran down my legs, and I steamed all over —Joe used to say, like a pot on the fire. Poor Joe I he was young and small, and as yet he knew very little, and his father, who would have helped him, had been sent to the next village; but I am sure he did the very best he