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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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driver pulled up at the back of some of the outside cabs, to take the chance of a return fare. It was a very heavy train, and as all the cabs were soon engaged, ours was called for. There was a party of four; a noisy, blustering man with a lady, a little boy, and a young girl, and a great deal of luggage. The lady and the boy got into the cab, and while the man ordered about the luggage, the young girl came and looked at me.
" Papa," she said, " I am sure this poor horse cannot take us and all our luggage so far, he is so very weak and worn out; do look at him."
" Oh I he's all right, miss," said my driver; " he's strong enough."
The porter, who was pulling about some heavy boxes, suggested to the gentleman, as there was so much luggage, that he had better take a second cab.
" Can your horse do it, or can't he ?" said the blustering man.
"Oh! he can do it all right, sir; send up the boxes, porter; he could take more than that," and he helped to haul up a box so heavy that I could feel the springs go down.
"Papa, papa, do take a second cab," said the young girl in a beseeching tone; " I am sure we are wrong, I am sure it is very cruel."
" Nonsense, Grace; get in at once, and don't make all this fuss; a pretty thing it would be if a man of business had to examine every cab-horse before he hired it—the man knows his own business of course; there, get in and hold your tongue!"
My gentle friend had to obey; and box after box was dragged up and lodged on the top of the cab, or settled by the side of the driver. At last all was ready, and with his usual jerk at the rein, and slash of the whip, he drove out of the station.
The load was very heavy, and I had had neither food
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