hornick

Updated: June 11, 2025

Then he talked to the mare sometimes, as he was doing now. "There is a little ridge in the hoof, girl, but it won't crack; I know it won't crack." And, "This nail is too high. It is my fault. I was gabbin' when old Hornick drove it." On his feet, he looked like a clothes-pin with the face of the strangest old child.

Melville Davisson Post - Dwellers in the Hills