Master is Dr. Richard Wallace and I am Dandy, the doctor's favorite horse, long-tried companion and friend.
Neither of us are as young as we once were, but time seems to tell less on us than on some others, though I have never been quite the same since that dreadful year that Master was out West. He often strokes my face and says: "We're getting old, my boy, getting old, but it don't matter." Then I see a far away look in the kind, blue eyes—a look that I know so well—and I press my cheek against his, trying to comfort him. I know full well what he is thinking about, whether he mentions it right out or not.
Yes, I remember all about the tragedy that shaped both our lives, and how I have longed for intelligent speech that I might talk it all over with him.
He is sixty-two now and I only half as old, but while he is just as busy as ever, he will not permit me to undertake a single hardship.
Dr. Fred—his brother and partner—sometimes says: "Don't be a fool over that old horse, Dick! He is able to work as any of us." But the latter smiles and shakes his head: "Dandy has seen hard service enough and earned a peaceful old age."
Fred sneers. He says he has no patience with "Dick's nonsense;" but then he was in Europe when the tragedy[Pg 2] occurred, and besides I suppose it takes the romance and sentiment out of a man to have two wives, raise three bad boys and bury one willful daughter, to say nothing of the grandson he has on his hands now; and I might add further that he is a vastly different man from Dick anyway.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
White Dandy; or, Master and I A Horse's Story [Kindle Edition]
White Dandy; or, Master and I A Horse's Story [Kindle Edition]
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H8CJYTQ
Master is Dr. Richard Wallace and I am Dandy, the doctor's favorite horse, long-tried companion and friend.
Neither of us are as young as we once were, but time seems to tell less on us than on some others, though I have never been quite the same since that dreadful year that Master was out West. He often strokes my face and says: "We're getting old, my boy, getting old, but it don't matter." Then I see a far away look in the kind, blue eyes—a look that I know so well—and I press my cheek against his, trying to comfort him. I know full well what he is thinking about, whether he mentions it right out or not.
Yes, I remember all about the tragedy that shaped both our lives, and how I have longed for intelligent speech that I might talk it all over with him.
He is sixty-two now and I only half as old, but while he is just as busy as ever, he will not permit me to undertake a single hardship.
Dr. Fred—his brother and partner—sometimes says: "Don't be a fool over that old horse, Dick! He is able to work as any of us." But the latter smiles and shakes his head: "Dandy has seen hard service enough and earned a peaceful old age."
Fred sneers. He says he has no patience with "Dick's nonsense;" but then he was in Europe when the tragedy[Pg 2] occurred, and besides I suppose it takes the romance and sentiment out of a man to have two wives, raise three bad boys and bury one willful daughter, to say nothing of the grandson he has on his hands now; and I might add further that he is a vastly different man from Dick anyway.
Master is Dr. Richard Wallace and I am Dandy, the doctor's favorite horse, long-tried companion and friend.
Neither of us are as young as we once were, but time seems to tell less on us than on some others, though I have never been quite the same since that dreadful year that Master was out West. He often strokes my face and says: "We're getting old, my boy, getting old, but it don't matter." Then I see a far away look in the kind, blue eyes—a look that I know so well—and I press my cheek against his, trying to comfort him. I know full well what he is thinking about, whether he mentions it right out or not.
Yes, I remember all about the tragedy that shaped both our lives, and how I have longed for intelligent speech that I might talk it all over with him.
He is sixty-two now and I only half as old, but while he is just as busy as ever, he will not permit me to undertake a single hardship.
Dr. Fred—his brother and partner—sometimes says: "Don't be a fool over that old horse, Dick! He is able to work as any of us." But the latter smiles and shakes his head: "Dandy has seen hard service enough and earned a peaceful old age."
Fred sneers. He says he has no patience with "Dick's nonsense;" but then he was in Europe when the tragedy[Pg 2] occurred, and besides I suppose it takes the romance and sentiment out of a man to have two wives, raise three bad boys and bury one willful daughter, to say nothing of the grandson he has on his hands now; and I might add further that he is a vastly different man from Dick anyway.
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