Farmer Thoroughgood and His Grandson Willie
At this sale, of course I found myself in company with the old broken-down horsessome 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 enoughit 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.
Theres 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; theres 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 cant make all old horses young; besides, Ladybird was not so very old, as she was run down and badly used.
Well, grandpapa, I dont 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.
The old gentleman laughed. Bless the boy! he is as horsey as his old grandfather.
But do look at his mouth, grandpapa, and ask the price; I am sure he would grow young in our meadows.
The man who had brought me for sale now put in his word.
The young gentlemans a real knowing one, sir. Now the fact is, this ere hoss is just pulled down with overwork in the cabs; hes not an old one, and I heerd as how the vetenary should say, that a six months run off would set him right up, being as how his wind was not broken. Ive had the tending of him these ten days past, and a gratefuller, pleasanter animal I never met with, and twould be worth a gentlemans while to give a five-pound note for him, and let him have a chance. Ill be bound hed be worth twenty pounds next spring.
The old gentleman laughed, and the little boy looked up eagerly.
Oh, grandpapa, did you not say the colt sold for five pounds more than you expected? You would not be poorer if you did buy this one.
The farmer slowly felt my legs, which were much swelled and strained; then he looked at my mouth. Thirteen or fourteen, I should say; just trot him out, will you?
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