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“
Your
horse
has
got
the
’
thrush
’
,
and
badly
,
too
;
his
feet
are
very
tender
;
it
is
fortunate
that
he
has
not
been
down
.
I
wonder
your
groom
has
not
seen
to
it
before
.
This
is
the
sort
of
thing
we
find
in
foul
stables
,
where
the
litter
is
never
properly
cleaned
out
.
If
you
will
send
him
here
to
-
morrow
I
will
attend
to
the
hoof
,
and
I
will
direct
your
man
how
to
apply
the
liniment
which
I
will
give
him
.
”
The
next
day
I
had
my
feet
thoroughly
cleansed
and
stuffed
with
tow
soaked
in
some
strong
lotion
;
and
an
unpleasant
business
it
was
.
The
farrier
ordered
all
the
litter
to
be
taken
out
of
my
box
day
by
day
,
and
the
floor
kept
very
clean
.
Then
I
was
to
have
bran
mashes
,
a
little
green
food
,
and
not
so
much
corn
,
till
my
feet
were
well
again
.
With
this
treatment
I
soon
regained
my
spirits
;
but
Mr
Barry
was
so
much
disgusted
at
being
twice
deceived
by
his
grooms
that
he
determined
to
give
up
keeping
a
horse
,
and
to
hire
when
he
wanted
one
.
I
was
therefore
kept
till
my
feet
were
quite
sound
,
and
was
then
sold
again
.
No
doubt
a
horse
fair
is
a
very
amusing
place
to
those
who
have
nothing
to
lose
;
at
any
rate
,
there
is
plenty
to
see
.
Long
strings
of
young
horses
out
of
the
country
,
fresh
from
the
marshes
;
and
droves
of
shaggy
little
Welsh
ponies
,
no
higher
than
Merrylegs
;
and
hundreds
of
cart
horses
of
all
sorts
,
some
of
them
with
their
long
tails
braided
up
and
tied
with
scarlet
cord
;
and
a
good
many
like
myself
,
handsome
and
high
-
bred
,
but
fallen
into
the
middle
class
,
through
some
accident
or
blemish
,
unsoundness
of
wind
,
or
some
other
complaint
.
There
were
some
splendid
animals
quite
in
their
prime
,
and
fit
for
anything
;
they
were
throwing
out
their
legs
and
showing
off
their
paces
in
high
style
,
as
they
were
trotted
out
with
a
leading
rein
,
the
groom
running
by
the
side
.
But
round
in
the
background
there
were
a
number
of
poor
things
,
sadly
broken
down
with
hard
work
,
with
their
knees
knuckling
over
and
their
hind
legs
swinging
out
at
every
step
,
and
there
were
some
very
dejected
-
looking
old
horses
,
with
the
under
lip
hanging
down
and
the
ears
lying
back
heavily
,
as
if
there
were
no
more
pleasure
in
life
,
and
no
more
hope
;
there
were
some
so
thin
you
might
see
all
their
ribs
,
and
some
with
old
sores
on
their
backs
and
hips
.
These
were
sad
sights
for
a
horse
to
look
upon
,
who
knows
not
but
he
may
come
to
the
same
state
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
bargaining
,
of
running
up
and
beating
down
;
and
if
a
horse
may
speak
his
mind
so
far
as
he
understands
,
I
should
say
there
were
more
lies
told
and
more
trickery
at
that
horse
fair
than
a
clever
man
could
give
an
account
of
.
I
was
put
with
two
or
three
other
strong
,
useful
-
looking
horses
,
and
a
good
many
people
came
to
look
at
us
.
The
gentlemen
always
turned
from
me
when
they
saw
my
broken
knees
;
though
the
man
who
had
me
swore
it
was
only
a
slip
in
the
stall
.
The
first
thing
was
to
pull
my
mouth
open
,
then
to
look
at
my
eyes
,
then
feel
all
the
way
down
my
legs
,
and
give
me
a
hard
feel
of
the
skin
and
flesh
,
and
then
try
my
paces
.
It
was
wonderful
what
a
difference
there
was
in
the
way
these
things
were
done
.
Some
did
it
in
a
rough
,
offhand
way
,
as
if
one
was
only
a
piece
of
wood
;
while
others
would
take
their
hands
gently
over
one
’
s
body
,
with
a
pat
now
and
then
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
“
By
your
leave
.
”
Of
course
I
judged
a
good
deal
of
the
buyers
by
their
manners
to
myself
.
There
was
one
man
,
I
thought
,
if
he
would
buy
me
,
I
should
be
happy
.
He
was
not
a
gentleman
,
nor
yet
one
of
the
loud
,
flashy
sort
that
call
themselves
so
.
He
was
rather
a
small
man
,
but
well
made
,
and
quick
in
all
his
motions
.
I
knew
in
a
moment
by
the
way
he
handled
me
,
that
he
was
used
to
horses
;
he
spoke
gently
,
and
his
gray
eye
had
a
kindly
,
cheery
look
in
it
.
It
may
seem
strange
to
say
—
but
it
is
true
all
the
same
—
that
the
clean
,
fresh
smell
there
was
about
him
made
me
take
to
him
;
no
smell
of
old
beer
and
tobacco
,
which
I
hated
,
but
a
fresh
smell
as
if
he
had
come
out
of
a
hayloft
.
He
offered
twenty
-
three
pounds
for
me
,
but
that
was
refused
,
and
he
walked
away
.
I
looked
after
him
,
but
he
was
gone
,
and
a
very
hard
-
looking
,
loud
-
voiced
man
came
.
I
was
dreadfully
afraid
he
would
have
me
;
but
he
walked
off
.
One
or
two
more
came
who
did
not
mean
business
.
