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15 The Old Hostler

           Lookatthisone,pleasant,quiet,turnsaboutjustasyouwanthim,holdsuphisfeettobecleanedout,oranythingelseyoupleasetowish;thenyou’llfindanotherfidgety,fretty,won’tmovetherightway,orstartsacrossthestall,tossesuphisheadassoonasyoucomenearhim,layshisears,andseemsafraidofyou;orelsesquaresaboutatyouwithhisheels.Poorthings!Iknowwhatsortoftreatmenttheyhavehad.Iftheyaretimiditmakesthemstartorshy;iftheyarehigh-mettleditmakesthemviciousordangerous;theirtempersaremostlymadewhentheyareyoung.Blessyou!theyarelikechildren,train’emupinthewaytheyshouldgo,asthegoodbooksays,andwhentheyareoldtheywillnotdepartfromit,iftheyhaveachance.”

           “Iliketohearyoutalk,”saidJames,“that’sthewaywelayitdownathome,atourmaster’s.”

           “Whoisyourmaster,youngman?ifitbeaproperquestion.Ishouldjudgeheisagoodone,fromwhatIsee.”

           “HeisSquireGordon,ofBirtwickPark,theothersidetheBeaconHills,”saidJames.

           “Ah!so,so,Ihaveheardtellofhim;finejudgeofhorses,ain’the?thebestriderinthecounty.”

           “Ibelieveheis,”saidJames,“butheridesverylittlenow,sincethepooryoungmasterwaskilled.”

           “Ah!poorgentleman;Ireadallaboutitinthepaperatthetime.Afinehorsekilled,too,wasn’tthere?”

           “Yes,”saidJames;“hewasasplendidcreature,brothertothisone,andjustlikehim

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