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Jerry
thanked
him
kindly
,
but
said
as
he
had
some
dinner
with
him
there
was
nothing
he
should
like
so
well
as
walking
about
in
the
meadow
When
my
harness
was
taken
off
I
did
not
know
what
I
should
do
first
—
whether
to
eat
the
grass
,
or
roll
over
on
my
back
,
or
lie
down
and
rest
,
or
have
a
gallop
across
the
meadow
out
of
sheer
spirits
at
being
free
;
and
I
did
all
by
turns
.
Jerry
seemed
to
be
quite
as
happy
as
I
was
;
he
sat
down
by
a
bank
under
a
shady
tree
,
and
listened
to
the
birds
,
then
he
sang
himself
,
and
read
out
of
the
little
brown
book
he
is
so
fond
of
,
then
wandered
round
the
meadow
,
and
down
by
a
little
brook
,
where
he
picked
the
flowers
and
the
hawthorn
,
and
tied
them
up
with
long
sprays
of
ivy
;
then
he
gave
me
a
good
feed
of
the
oats
which
he
had
brought
with
him
;
but
the
time
seemed
all
too
short
—
I
had
not
been
in
a
field
since
I
left
poor
Ginger
at
Earlshall
.
We
came
home
gently
,
and
Jerry
’
s
first
words
were
,
as
we
came
into
the
yard
,
“
Well
,
Polly
,
I
have
not
lost
my
Sunday
after
all
,
for
the
birds
were
singing
hymns
in
every
bush
,
and
I
joined
in
the
service
;
and
as
for
Jack
,
he
was
like
a
young
colt
.
”
When
he
handed
Dolly
the
flowers
she
jumped
about
for
joy
.
Winter
came
in
early
,
with
a
great
deal
of
cold
and
wet
.
There
was
snow
,
or
sleet
,
or
rain
almost
every
day
for
weeks
,
changing
only
for
keen
driving
winds
or
sharp
frosts
.
The
horses
all
felt
it
very
much
.
When
it
is
a
dry
cold
a
couple
of
good
thick
rugs
will
keep
the
warmth
in
us
;
but
when
it
is
soaking
rain
they
soon
get
wet
through
and
are
no
good
.
Some
of
the
drivers
had
a
waterproof
cover
to
throw
over
,
which
was
a
fine
thing
;
but
some
of
the
men
were
so
poor
that
they
could
not
protect
either
themselves
or
their
horses
,
and
many
of
them
suffered
very
much
that
winter
.
When
we
horses
had
worked
half
the
day
we
went
to
our
dry
stables
,
and
could
rest
,
while
they
had
to
sit
on
their
boxes
,
sometimes
staying
out
as
late
as
one
or
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
if
they
had
a
party
to
wait
for
.
When
the
streets
were
slippery
with
frost
or
snow
that
was
the
worst
of
all
for
us
horses
.
One
mile
of
such
traveling
,
with
a
weight
to
draw
and
no
firm
footing
,
would
take
more
out
of
us
than
four
on
a
good
road
;
every
nerve
and
muscle
of
our
bodies
is
on
the
strain
to
keep
our
balance
;
and
,
added
to
this
,
the
fear
of
falling
is
more
exhausting
than
anything
else
.
If
the
roads
are
very
bad
indeed
our
shoes
are
roughed
,
but
that
makes
us
feel
nervous
at
first
.
When
the
weather
was
very
bad
many
of
the
men
would
go
and
sit
in
the
tavern
close
by
,
and
get
some
one
to
watch
for
them
;
but
they
often
lost
a
fare
in
that
way
,
and
could
not
,
as
Jerry
said
,
be
there
without
spending
money
.
He
never
went
to
the
Rising
Sun
;
there
was
a
coffee
-
shop
near
,
where
he
now
and
then
went
,
or
he
bought
of
an
old
man
,
who
came
to
our
rank
with
tins
of
hot
coffee
and
pies
.
It
was
his
opinion
that
spirits
and
beer
made
a
man
colder
afterward
,
and
that
dry
clothes
,
good
food
,
cheerfulness
,
and
a
comfortable
wife
at
home
,
were
the
best
things
to
keep
a
cabman
warm
.
Polly
always
supplied
him
with
something
to
eat
when
he
could
not
get
home
,
and
sometimes
he
would
see
little
Dolly
peeping
from
the
corner
of
the
street
,
to
make
sure
if
“
father
”
was
on
the
stand
.
If
she
saw
him
she
would
run
off
at
full
speed
and
soon
come
back
with
something
in
a
tin
or
basket
,
some
hot
soup
or
pudding
Polly
had
ready
.
It
was
wonderful
how
such
a
little
thing
could
get
safely
across
the
street
,
often
thronged
with
horses
and
carriages
;
but
she
was
a
brave
little
maid
,
and
felt
it
quite
an
honor
to
bring
“
father
’
s
first
course
”
,
as
he
used
to
call
it
.
She
was
a
general
favorite
on
the
stand
,
and
there
was
not
a
man
who
would
not
have
seen
her
safely
across
the
street
,
if
Jerry
had
not
been
able
to
do
it
.
One
cold
windy
day
Dolly
had
brought
Jerry
a
basin
of
something
hot
,
and
was
standing
by
him
while
he
ate
it
.
He
had
scarcely
begun
when
a
gentleman
,
walking
toward
us
very
fast
,
held
up
his
umbrella
.
Jerry
touched
his
hat
in
return
,
gave
the
basin
to
Dolly
,
and
was
taking
off
my
cloth
,
when
the
gentleman
,
hastening
up
,
cried
out
,
“
No
,
no
,
finish
your
soup
,
my
friend
;
I
have
not
much
time
to
spare
,
but
I
can
wait
till
you
have
done
,
and
set
your
little
girl
safe
on
the
pavement
.
”
So
saying
,
he
seated
himself
in
the
cab
.
Jerry
thanked
him
kindly
,
and
came
back
to
Dolly
.
