The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-06-13
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FIRST GLIMPSEs OF LIFE.

FIRST GLlMPSES OF LIFE.
The first place that l can well remem
Der was large, pleasant meadow with a
pond of clear water in 1T. Some shady trees
leaned over it and rushes and water.lilies
grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on
one side we looked into ploughed field,
and over the other we looked at our mas
ter's house, which stool by the roadside
at the top OF the meadow was grove of
fir trees, and at the bottom running brook
overhung by steep bank. Whilst was
young l lived upon my mothers milk as |
could not eat grass In the day time | ran
by her side, and at night lay down close
TO her When it was hot we used to stand
by the pond in the shade of the trees, and
when it was cold we had nice, warm shed
near the grove There were six young
colts in the meadow besides me they were
older than | was; some were nearly as
large as grown up horses. l used to run
with them and had great fun; we used to
gallop all together round and round the
field as hard as we could go. Sometimes
we had rather rough play, for they would
bite and kick as well as gallop.
One day when there was good deal of
kicking, my mother whinned me to come
to her and then she said: 81 wish you to
pay attention to what am going to say to
you. The colts who live here are very good
colts, but they are cart-horse colts, and of
course they have not learned manners.
You have been well bred, and well born
your father has great name in these
parts, and your grandfather won the cup
TWO years at the Newmarket races; your
grandmother had the sweetest temper of
any horse / ever knew, and L think you
have never seen me kick or bite. | hope
you will grow up gentle and good and
never learn bad ways; do your work with
good will, lift your feet up well when
you trot, and never kick or bite even in
play" l have never forgotten my moth
er's advice; l knew she was wise cid
horse and our master thought great deal
of her. Her name was Duchess, but he
often called her Pet Our master was a
good, kind man, he gave us good food GOOD
lodging and kind words. He spoke "a
kindly to us as he did to his little chill
dren. We were all fond of him, and my
mother loved him very much. | was a
dull black so he called me Darkie He
would give me piece of bread, which was
very good and sometimes he bought a
carrot for my mother-she always took him
to town in a light gig.
There was ouEh boy, Dick. who some
times came into our field to pluck black
berries from the hedge. When he had
eaten all he wanted he would have fun
with the colts throwing stones and sticks
at them to make them gallop We did not
mind him, for we could gallon off but
sometimes stone would hit and hurt us,
One day Re was at this game and did not
know that the master was in the next field,
but he was there, watching what was go
ing on; over the hedge he jumped in a
snap, and catching Dick by the arm, gave
him such box on the ear as made him
roar with pain and surprise AS soon as
we saw the master we trotted up to see
what went on. bad boy said he, bad
boy to chase the colts This is not the
first time, NOR the second but it shall be
the last. There take your money and go
home, | shall not want you on my farm
again So we never saw Dick any more.
Old Daniel, the man who looked after the
horses, was just as gentle as our master
so we were well of