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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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196                              SLACK BEAUTY.
spirits. T had a good constitution from my mother and I was never strained when I was young, so that I had a better chance than many horses who have been worked before they came to their full strength. During the win­ter my legs improved so much that I began to feel quite young again. The spring came around, and one day in March Mr. Thoroughgood determined that he would try me in the phaeton. I was well pleased, and he and Wil­lie drove me a few miles. My legs were not stiff now, and I did the work with perfect ease.
" He's growing young, Willie; we must give him a lit­tle gentle work now, and by midsummer he will be as good as Ladybird. He has a beautiful mouth and good paces; they can't be better." " Oh, grandpapa, how glad I am you bought him !" " So am I, my boy; but he has to thank you more than me; we must now be looking out for a quiet, genteel place for him, where he will be valued."
CHAPTER XLIX.
MY LAST HOME.
One day, during this summer, the groom cleaned and dressed me with such extraordinary care that I thought some new change must be at hand ; he trimmed my fetlocks and legs passed the tarbrush over my hoofs, and even parted my forelock. I think the harness had an extra polish. Willie seemed anxious, half-merry, as he got into the chaise with his grandfather.
" If the ladies take to him," said the old gentleman, " they'll be suited and he'll be suited; we can but try."
At the distance of a mile or two from the village we came to a pretty, low house, with a lawn and shrubbery
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