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I put the muzzle to within an inch o' the soft spot in the hoss's forehead, an' fired. The hoss's head sank, an' then I gulped a couple o' times like a flabby galoot, an' sez, "Bill, do you reckon the brindle bull-terrier'll pull through?" "Get me some o' that water," sez Bill. When I got it, he showed me a place where the whole o' the pup's scalp had been kicked loose.
"The country is indeed in danger!" said our capting, raisin the bottle to his lips. The wessels parted. No other incidents that day. Retired to my chased couch at 5 minits parst 10. Wensdy. Riz arly. Wind blowin N.W.E. Hevy sea on, and ship rollin wildly in consekents of pepper-corns havin been fastened to the forrerd hoss's tale.
"People as don't know how to load a cart spyles their hosses by loading for'ard, and getting all the weight on the hoss's back, or loading back'ards, and getting all the pull on the hoss's belly-band." "Yes, I see clearly now," I said. "Of course you do!
Jaune's palette and brushes fell to the floor with a crash. "Is it posseeble that you do tell me of the Comte Siccatif de Courtray? Are you then sure that you do not make one grand meestake? Is it 'im truly that you 'ave seen?" "Him, sir? Why, in course it's him. Haven't I knowed him ever since he wasn't higher'n a hoss's fetlock? Don't I tell you as me and him's fust cousins? Him?
And, with his eyes on the owner, he gave it as his opinion that in a more enlightened community a man who would ride a horse in that condition would be dragged straight to court, and maybe imprisoned for life. When the animal was his, and the ex-owner had gone to buy a ticket to go home by rail, Henley winked at Cahews and said: "I know how to cure that hoss's leg.
"No proposition in a hoss's skin that ever come out of Yankee-doodle-land could see the way he'd go." "Who rode him at Lingfield?" asked Jim. Just after Christmas Mat had put the young horse into a two-mile steeplechase to give him a gallop in public. "Albert," answered the old man. "Rode him and rode him well. It was just touch and go through. Would he or wouldn't he?
Got out of his cage, he did, sir, that there lion been fiddling all night, I suppose, at the bolts and bars and we followed him up to where he got in the loose-box of a gentleman's stable; and there was the poor horse down a beauty he was and that there lion Arena his name was lying on him with his face flattened out and teeth buried in the poor hoss's throat, so that when I got to the stable door there he was, all eyes and whiskers, and growling at you like thunder.
It was purty dark but we see plain as day that there was a man in the saddle, bendin' low over the hoss's neck and shoutin' to it. Well, we shore was guessin'. We waited a couple o' minutes, wonderin' what to do, an' listenin' to the hoss gittin' furder and furder away in the direction of the cross-roads. Then, 'way down there by the pike we heerd another shot.
An' we've fresh hosses." Hurriedly he strapped on the saddle-bags, gave quick glance to girths and cinches and stirrups, then leaped astride. "Lift little Fay up," he said. With shaking arms Jane complied. "Get back your nerve, woman! This's life or death now. Mind that. Climb up! Keep your wits. Stick close to me. Watch where your hoss's goin' en' ride!"
"First keep on keepin' your mouth shut and tendin' to business. It pays. Second always drop your reins over a hoss's head when you get off, whether he's trained that way or not. And last always figure a hoss thinks he knows more than you do. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he don't. Then he won't fool you so frequent, for you'll be watchin' him.
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