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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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106                              BLA CK BE A UT*Y.
so good—so good! It was all that cursed drink; why will they sell that cursed drink? O! Reuben, Reuben! So she went on till after he was buried; and then, as she had no home or relation, she, with her six little children, was obliged once more to leave the pleasant home by the tall oak-trees and go into that great, gloomy Union House.
CHAPTER XXVII.
RUINED, AND GOING DOWNHILL.
As soon as my knees were sufficiently healed I waw turned into a small meadow for a month or two ; no other creature was there, and though I enjoyed the liberty and the sweet grass, yet I had been so long used to society that I felt very lonely. Ginger and I had become fast friends, and now I missed her company extremely. I often neighed when I heard horses' feet passing in the road, but I seldom got an answer, till one morning the gate was opened, and who should come in but dear old Ginger. The man slipped off her halter and left her there. With a joyful whinny I trotted up to her; we were both glad to meet, but I soon found that it was not for our pleasure that she was brought to be with me. Her story would be too long to tell, but the end of it was that she had been ruined by hard riding, and was now turned off to see what rest would do.
Lord George was young and would take no warning; he was a hard rider, and would hunt whenever he could get the chance, quite careless of his horse. Soon after I left the stable there was a steeplechase, and he determined to ride. Though the groom told she was a little strained, and was not fit for the race, he did not believe it, and on the day of the race urged Ginger to keep up with the fore-
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