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That Dutchman of ours, heavy as he is, is a fair walker, and Cleve and Pacer can each walk four and a half miles an hour." "Why do you lay such stress on their walking fast?" asked Miss Laura. "Because so much of the farm work must be done at a walk. Ploughing, teaming, and drawing produce to market, and going up and down hills. Even for the cities it is good to have fast walkers.
He interrupted with, "Why, he's a pacer" just as though that settled everything; but I told him that Rollo had three perfectly trained grades of speed, each one of which I had taught him. The young man's face became very red and he looked angry, but I had a beautiful time. It was such a relief to express my opinion to the man just at that time, too, when I was grieving so for the horse.
The fact of his being an unbroken colt, Faye seemed to consider a matter of no consequence, but I soon found that it was of much consequence to me, inasmuch as I was obliged to acquire a more precise balance in the saddle because of his coltish ways, and at the same time make myself also the horse perfectly acquainted with the delicate give and take of bit and bridle, for with a pacer the slightest tightening or slackening at the wrong time will make him break.
But the more crazy the poor beast is made, the more fun and glory for the breaker. Rollo is a light sorrel and a natural pacer; he cannot trot one step, and for that reason I did not want him, but Faye said that I had better try him, so he was sent up.
"I have travelled so many years on horseback, that I find any other mode of conveyance too fatiguing." So, spite of her sixty years, she mounted sister Margaret's pacer with the activity of a girl of sixteen.
He's got a pretty nice way with him, Rance has, and I guess if he came along now with his sorrel pacer and says to you, 'Come on, Miss Thornley, you would get on that boot and stocking in two jiffies and be off with him like any young girl!" Miss Thornley mumbled a denial, and an angry light shone in her pale blue eyes. Mrs.
Though badly bruised, he gained his feet and tried to mount his crazy beast. But she, poor brute, was done for her off fore-leg hung loose. There was but one thing to do. Jo loosed the cinch, put Lightfoot out of pain, and carried back the saddle to the camp. While the Pacer steamed away till lost to view.
Thus, being no longer needed, the Narragansett Pacer ceased to exist. There died in Wickford, R. I., a few years ago, a Narragansett Pacer that was nearly full blooded. She was a villainously ugly animal of faded, sunburnt sorrel color. She was so abnormally broad-backed and broad-bodied that a male rider who sat astride her was forced to stick his legs out at a most awkward and ridiculous angle.
Jo knew this country well, all the water-holes and canon crossings as well as the ways of the Pacer. If he could have gotten fifty good horses he could have posted them to advantage so as to cover all points, but twenty mounts and five good riders were all that proved available.
Why, you're the mate that handled the mutinous crew aboard Uncle Jim's bark, the Pacer, off Mauritius, in the typhoon, when he was hurt and in the cabin. I've heard him tell it a dozen times. Well, this is a lucky day for me!" Captain Elisha was evidently pleased. "So he told you that, did he?" he began. "That was a time and a half, I " He was interrupted.
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