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Identifier: lifeofracehorse00mill (find matches)
Title: The life of a racehorse
Year: 1861 (1860s)
Authors: Mills, John, d. ca. 1885
Subjects: Horses Horse racing
Publisher: London : Ward and Lock
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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d afterwards shake alittle of the litter do^vn, being careful that its none o the worst.Then wisp his hocks and thighs over, and if he shows any stainsanywhere, sponge em ofi, my fine feller, so Mr. Sellusall cantsee where they was, if youd take my advice, added Spankywith a dry, short cough. Youll then put on his clothing,resumed he, which will be reglated in accordance with theexercise or work hes got to take or do; then put on your saddle,and draw your girths slack. Then look to his feet, brush hislegs, sponge em, and polish ofi with a dry rubber. Spanky, strange to relate, now began to whistle, with varia-tions of his own— In the days that we went gipsying, a long time ago.* What then, sir? inquired Harry, with a knowing look. Go to your breakfast, replied Spanky, coolly turningupon his heel. CHAPTER YI. THE HEATH. The following morning Harry was in my box by the time thelark had shaken the dew-drops from her wings, and tiodirections given him by Spanky were carried out with tLo
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JOHN SELLUSALL, THE TRAINER. 33 utmost strictness. As lie was about quitting me, I suppose tocomplete the concluding part of the lesson he received underthe dictatorship of the head lad, John Sellusall confronted him,and Harrys finger and thumb were at the ducks tail in aninstant. A little in the rear of our trainer stood the old boy,Spanky, with a subdued expression upon his features, as if thehumour for instructing a novice was entirely evaporated. John Sellusall made no acknowledgment of Harrys re-spectful salutation, but with his thumbs turned backwards inthe arm-holes of his waistcoat, he threw his keen gray eyesfrom my ears to my heels, and with the angles of his almostlipless mouth drawn back in the form of a parenthesis, remainedexamining my form in silence. As the hare looks at thepursuing hound, I, too, measured with corresponding minute-ness the figure of John Sellusall, not forgetting to sketch hisportrait in the portfolio of my memory. He was a slightly-mademan, with a fl

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