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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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CHAPTER XXXIII.
A LONDON CAB HORSE.
My new master's name was Jeremiah Barker, but as every one called him Jerry, I shall do the same. Polly, his wife, was just as good a match as a man could have. She was a plump, trim, tidy little woman, with smooth, dark hair, dark eyes, and a merry little mouth. The boy was nearly twelve years old, a tall, frank, good-tempered lad; and little Dorothy (Dolly they called her) was her mother over again at eight years old. They were all won­derfully fond of each other; I never knew such a happy, merry family before or since. Jerry had a cab of his own, and two horses, which he drove and attended to himself. His other horse was a tall, white, rather large-boned ani­mal, called "Captain." He was old now, but when he was young he must have been splendid; he had still a proud way of holding his head and arching his neck; in fact, he was a high-bred, fine-mannered, noble old horse, every inch of him. He told me that in his early youth he went to the Crimean War; he belonged to an officer in the cav­alry, and used to lead the regiment. I will tell more of that hereafter.
The next morning, when I was well groomed, Polly and Dolly came into the yard to see me and make friends. Harvy had been helping his father since the early morn­ing, and had stated nis opinion that I should turn out " a regular brick." Polly brought me a slice of apple, and Dolly a piece of bread, and made as much of me as if I had been the " Black Beauty " of olden time. It was a great treat to be petted again and talked to in a gentle
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