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Zeb
was
too
much
occupied
with
his
own
thoughts
to
notice
the
sorrowful
mien
of
the
domestic
.
He
was
even
in
too
great
a
hurry
to
let
the
old
mare
finish
her
meal
of
maize
,
which
she
stood
greatly
in
need
of
.
Grasping
her
by
the
snout
,
he
stuck
the
rusty
snaffle
between
her
teeth
;
pulled
her
long
ears
through
the
cracked
leathern
headstraps
;
and
,
turning
her
in
the
stall
,
was
about
to
lead
her
out
.
It
was
a
reluctant
movement
on
the
part
of
the
mare
--
to
be
dragged
away
from
such
provender
as
she
rarely
chanced
to
get
between
her
jaws
.
She
did
not
turn
without
a
struggle
;
and
Zeb
was
obliged
to
pull
vigorously
on
the
bridle-rein
before
he
could
detach
her
muzzle
from
the
manger
.
"
Ho
!
ho
!
Mass
'
Tump
!
"
interposed
Pluto
.
"
Why
you
be
go
'
way
in
dat
big
hurry
?
De
poor
ole
ma
'
she
no
half
got
u
'm
feed
.
Why
you
no
let
her
fill
her
belly
wif
de
corn
?
Ha
!
ha
!
It
do
her
power
o
'
good
.
"
"
Ha
n't
got
time
,
nigger
.
Goin
'
off
on
a
bit
o
'
a
jurney
.
Got
abeout
a
hunderd
mile
to
make
in
less
'
an
a
kupple
o
'
hours
.
"
"
Ho
!
ho
!
Dat
ere
de
fassest
kind
o
'
trabbelin
'
.
You
'm
jokin
'
,
Mass
'
Tump
?
"
"
No
,
I
ai
n't
.
"
"
Gorramity
!
Wa
--
dey
do
make
won
'
full
journey
on
dese
hyur
prairas
.
I
reck
'n
dat
ere
hoss
must
a
trabbled
two
hunner
mile
de
odder
night
.
"
"
What
hoss
?
"
