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My
new
master
was
an
unmarried
man
.
He
lived
at
Bath
,
and
was
much
engaged
in
business
.
His
doctor
advised
him
to
take
horse
exercise
,
and
for
this
purpose
he
bought
me
.
He
hired
a
stable
a
short
distance
from
his
lodgings
,
and
engaged
a
man
named
Filcher
as
groom
.
My
master
knew
very
little
about
horses
,
but
he
treated
me
well
,
and
I
should
have
had
a
good
and
easy
place
but
for
circumstances
of
which
he
was
ignorant
.
He
ordered
the
best
hay
with
plenty
of
oats
,
crushed
beans
,
and
bran
,
with
vetches
,
or
rye
grass
,
as
the
man
might
think
needful
.
I
heard
the
master
give
the
order
,
so
I
knew
there
was
plenty
of
good
food
,
and
I
thought
I
was
well
off
.
For
a
few
days
all
went
on
well
.
I
found
that
my
groom
understood
his
business
.
He
kept
the
stable
clean
and
airy
,
and
he
groomed
me
thoroughly
;
and
was
never
otherwise
than
gentle
.
He
had
been
an
hostler
in
one
of
the
great
hotels
in
Bath
.
He
had
given
that
up
,
and
now
cultivated
fruit
and
vegetables
for
the
market
,
and
his
wife
bred
and
fattened
poultry
and
rabbits
for
sale
.
After
awhile
it
seemed
to
me
that
my
oats
came
very
short
;
I
had
the
beans
,
but
bran
was
mixed
with
them
instead
of
oats
,
of
which
there
were
very
few
;
certainly
not
more
than
a
quarter
of
what
there
should
have
been
.
In
two
or
three
weeks
this
began
to
tell
upon
my
strength
and
spirits
.
The
grass
food
,
though
very
good
,
was
not
the
thing
to
keep
up
my
condition
without
corn
.
However
,
I
could
not
complain
,
nor
make
known
my
wants
.
So
it
went
on
for
about
two
months
;
and
I
wondered
that
my
master
did
not
see
that
something
was
the
matter
.
However
,
one
afternoon
he
rode
out
into
the
country
to
see
a
friend
of
his
,
a
gentleman
farmer
,
who
lived
on
the
road
to
Wells
.
This
gentleman
had
a
very
quick
eye
for
horses
;
and
after
he
had
welcomed
his
friend
he
said
,
casting
his
eye
over
me
:
“
It
seems
to
me
,
Barry
,
that
your
horse
does
not
look
so
well
as
he
did
when
you
first
had
him
;
has
he
been
well
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
believe
so
,
”
said
my
master
;
“
but
he
is
not
nearly
so
lively
as
he
was
;
my
groom
tells
me
that
horses
are
always
dull
and
weak
in
the
autumn
,
and
that
I
must
expect
it
.
”
“
Autumn
,
fiddlesticks
!
”
said
the
farmer
.
“
Why
,
this
is
only
August
;
and
with
your
light
work
and
good
food
he
ought
not
to
go
down
like
this
,
even
if
it
was
autumn
.
How
do
you
feed
him
?
”
My
master
told
him
.
The
other
shook
his
head
slowly
,
and
began
to
feel
me
over
.
“
I
can
’
t
say
who
eats
your
corn
,
my
dear
fellow
,
but
I
am
much
mistaken
if
your
horse
gets
it
.
Have
you
ridden
very
fast
?
”
“
No
,
very
gently
.
”
