g about; and this he did every daytill I began to look for the oats and the saddle. At length, one morning,my master got on my back and rode me around the meadow on the softgrass. It certainly did feel queer; but I must say I felt rather proud tocarry my master, and as he continued to ride me a… … There I stood snorting with astonishment and fear.—Page 12 see that I was not hurt or frightened. The blacksmith took my feet inhis hand, one after another, and cut away some of the hoof. It did notpain me at all. Then he took a piece of iron the shape of my foot, andclapped it on, and drove some…
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