The noblest conquest man has ever made.
For want of a horse a kingdom was lost.... No person of quality should be expected to walk everywhere she goes. I have tried more modern conveyances, but I seem preternaturally unable to hover, too slippery-footed to skate, and too averse to narrow spaces for those metallick coffins popularly described as auto-carriages. A fleet steed for me and the wind in my hair! My mare will be easier to build than she will be to animate, but even still as a stone, she will be a pleasant thing to look on. Some oats and barley will fatten her up, poor thing, and put meat on those bones.
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