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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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own accord at the doors where they took coal of him; he used to keep one ear bent toward his master. The old man's cry could be heard up the street long before he came near. I never knew what he said, but the children called him " Old Ba-a-ar Hoo," for it sounded like that. Polly took her coal of him, and was very friendly, and Jerry said it was a comfort to think how happy an old horse might be in a poor place.
As we came into the yard one afternoon, Polly came out.
" Jerry ! I've had Mr. B-----here asking about your vote,
and he wants to hire your cab for the election ; he will call for an answer."
" Well, Polly, you may say that my cab will be other­wise engaged. I should not like to have it pasted over with their great bills ; and as to making Jack and Captain race about to the public-houses to bring up half-drunken voters, why I think 'twould be an insult to the horses. No, I shan't do it."
" I suppose you'll vote for the gentleman ? He said he was of your politics."
" So he is in some things, but I shall not vote for him, Polly ; you know what his trade is ?"
" Yes.'"
" Well, a man who gets rich by that trade may be all very well in some ways, but he is blind as to what work­ing-men want; I could not in my conscience send him up to make the laws. I dare say they'll be angry, but every man must do what he thinks to be the best for his country."
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