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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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He came round to each of us to pat and speak to us for the last time ; his voice sounded very sad.
I held my face close to him; that wras all I could do to say good-bye; and then he was gone, and I have never seen him since.
The next day Lord W----- came to look at us; he
seemed pleased with our appearance.
"I have great confidence in these horses," he said, *' from the character my friend Mr. Gordon has given me of them. Of course they are not a match in color, but my idea is that they will do very well for the carriage while we are in the country. Before we go to London I must try to match Baron; the black horse, I believe, is perfect for riding."
York then told him what John had said about us.
"Well," said he, " you must keep an eye to the mare, and put the check-rein easy; I dare say they will do very well with a little humoring at first. I'll mention it to your lady."
In the afternoon we were harnessed and put in the car­riage, and as the stable clock struck three we were led round to the front of the house. It was all very grand, and three or four times as large as the old house at Birt-wick, but not half so pleasant, if a horse may have an opinion. Two footmen were standing ready, dressed in drab livery, with scarlet breeches and white stockings. Presently we heard the rustling sound of silk as my lady came down the flight of stone steps. She stepped round to look at us; she was a tall, proud-looking woman, and did not seem pleased about something, but she said noth­ing, and got into the carriage. This was the first time of wearing a check-rein, and I must say, though it certainly was a nuisance not to be able to get my head down now and then, it did not pull my head higher than I was ac­customed to carry it. I felt anxious about Ginger, but she seemed to be quiet and content.
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