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56 =. LaveHING Boy he leant forward, held his breath, raised his qui Go! Arrows from the bow — no other simile. At tha tearing gallop, flat-stretched, backs are level, the animals race in a straight line; all life is motions there is no body, only an ecstasy; one current bed tween man and horse, and still embodied, a whig hand to pour in leather and a mouth to shout Speed, speed, but the near goal is miles away, an other speed spirits on either side will not fall back E-é-é-é-¢! His left hand, held forward, would push the horse through slack reins, his heels undes her belly would lift her clear of the ground, E-¢-¢-¢-¢/ A quiet, elderly Indian let nis hand fall. The ponies cantered, trotted, were turned and walked back to the finish. ‘The black mare was first.’ He rode off to his camp, to dress. We won. I am rich. Was there ever such a day? And t morrow I go with that girl. Oh, beautiful! I wish it were to-morrow now. About a hundred an eighty dollars. My pet, my little black pet, we done. I wish it were to-morrow.

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