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Upon
this
advice
Skinner
,
rather
unwillingly
,
I
think
,
gave
orders
that
I
should
be
well
fed
and
cared
for
,
and
the
stable
man
,
happily
for
me
,
carried
out
the
orders
with
a
much
better
will
than
his
master
had
in
giving
them
.
Ten
days
of
perfect
rest
,
plenty
of
good
oats
,
hay
,
bran
mashes
,
with
boiled
linseed
mixed
in
them
,
did
more
to
get
up
my
condition
than
anything
else
could
have
done
;
those
linseed
mashes
were
delicious
,
and
I
began
to
think
,
after
all
,
it
might
be
better
to
live
than
go
to
the
dogs
.
When
the
twelfth
day
after
the
accident
came
,
I
was
taken
to
the
sale
,
a
few
miles
out
of
London
.
I
felt
that
any
change
from
my
present
place
must
be
an
improvement
,
so
I
held
up
my
head
,
and
hoped
for
the
best
.
At
this
sale
,
of
course
I
found
myself
in
company
with
the
old
broken
-
down
horses
—
some
lame
,
some
broken
-
winded
,
some
old
,
and
some
that
I
am
sure
it
would
have
been
merciful
to
shoot
.
The
buyers
and
sellers
,
too
,
many
of
them
,
looked
not
much
better
off
than
the
poor
beasts
they
were
bargaining
about
.
There
were
poor
old
men
,
trying
to
get
a
horse
or
a
pony
for
a
few
pounds
,
that
might
drag
about
some
little
wood
or
coal
cart
.
There
were
poor
men
trying
to
sell
a
worn
-
out
beast
for
two
or
three
pounds
,
rather
than
have
the
greater
loss
of
killing
him
.
Some
of
them
looked
as
if
poverty
and
hard
times
had
hardened
them
all
over
;
but
there
were
others
that
I
would
have
willingly
used
the
last
of
my
strength
in
serving
;
poor
and
shabby
,
but
kind
and
human
,
with
voices
that
I
could
trust
.
There
was
one
tottering
old
man
who
took
a
great
fancy
to
me
,
and
I
to
him
,
but
I
was
not
strong
enough
—
it
was
an
anxious
time
!
Coming
from
the
better
part
of
the
fair
,
I
noticed
a
man
who
looked
like
a
gentleman
farmer
,
with
a
young
boy
by
his
side
;
he
had
a
broad
back
and
round
shoulders
,
a
kind
,
ruddy
face
,
and
he
wore
a
broad
-
brimmed
hat
.
When
he
came
up
to
me
and
my
companions
he
stood
still
and
gave
a
pitiful
look
round
upon
us
.
I
saw
his
eye
rest
on
me
;
I
had
still
a
good
mane
and
tail
,
which
did
something
for
my
appearance
.
I
pricked
my
ears
and
looked
at
him
.
“
There
’
s
a
horse
,
Willie
,
that
has
known
better
days
.
”
“
Poor
old
fellow
!
”
said
the
boy
,
“
do
you
think
,
grandpapa
,
he
was
ever
a
carriage
horse
?
”
“
Oh
,
yes
!
my
boy
,
”
said
the
farmer
,
coming
closer
,
“
he
might
have
been
anything
when
he
was
young
;
look
at
his
nostrils
and
his
ears
,
the
shape
of
his
neck
and
shoulder
;
there
’
s
a
deal
of
breeding
about
that
horse
.
”
He
put
out
his
hand
and
gave
me
a
kind
pat
on
the
neck
.
I
put
out
my
nose
in
answer
to
his
kindness
;
the
boy
stroked
my
face
.
“
Poor
old
fellow
!
see
,
grandpapa
,
how
well
he
understands
kindness
.
Could
not
you
buy
him
and
make
him
young
again
as
you
did
with
Ladybird
?
”
“
My
dear
boy
,
I
can
’
t
make
all
old
horses
young
;
besides
,
Ladybird
was
not
so
very
old
,
as
she
was
run
down
and
badly
used
.
”
“
Well
,
grandpapa
,
I
don
’
t
believe
that
this
one
is
old
;
look
at
his
mane
and
tail
.
I
wish
you
would
look
into
his
mouth
,
and
then
you
could
tell
;
though
he
is
so
very
thin
,
his
eyes
are
not
sunk
like
some
old
horses
’
.
”
