Black Beauty

1 10 Black Beauty."Well, to be sure!" said my driver; "that is a queer thingI never knew that horses picked up stones before."Didn't you ?" said the farmer, rather contemptuously ; "butthey do, though, and the best of them will do it, and can'thelp it sometimes on such roads as these. And if you don'twant to lame your horse, you must look sharp and get themout quickly. This foot is very much bruised," he said, settingit gently down and patting me. " If I might advise sir, youhad better drive him gently for a while ; the foot is a gooddeal hurt, and the lameness will not go off directly."Then mounting his cob and raising his hat to the lady, hetrotted off.When he was gone, my driver began to flop the reinsabout and whip the harness, by which I understood that I wasto go on, which of course I did, glad that the stone was gone,but still in a good deal of pain.in for.This was the sort of experience we job horses often came