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es, windows were thrown up, and all hands--men, women, and children--ran to see what was the matter, laughing and shouting, while the pigs and dogs ran round the square. "Paul Parker did that, I'll bet," said Mr. Leatherby, the shoemaker, peeping out from his shop. "It is just like him." An old white horse, belonging to Mr. Smith, also sought the shade of the maple before the Pensioner's house. Bruno barked at him by the hour, but the old horse would not move for anything short of a club or stone. "I'll see if I can't get rid of him," said Paul to himself. He went into the barn, found a piece of rope, tied up a little bundle of hay, got a stick five or six feet long, and some old harness-straps. In the evening, when it was so dark that people could not see what he was up to, he caught the old horse, laid the stick between his ears and strapped it to his neck, and tied the hay to the end of the stick; then it hung a few inches beyond old Whitey's nose. The old horse took a step ahead to nibble the hay,--another,--another,--another! "Don't you wish you may get it?" said Paul. Tramp,--tramp,--tramp. Old Whitey went down the road. Paul heard him go across the bridge by the mill, and up the hill the other side of the brook. "Go it, old fellow!" he shouted, then listened again. It was a calm night, and he could just hear old Whitey's feet,--tramp,--tramp,--tramp. The next morning the good people of Fairview, ten miles from New Hope, laughed to see an old white horse, with a bundle of hay a few inches beyond his nose, passing through the place. "Have you seen my horse?" Mr. Smith asked Paul in the morning. "Yes, sir, I saw him going down towards the bridge last evening," Paul replied, chuckling to himself. Mr. Smith went down to the mill and inquired. The miller heard a horse go over the bridge. The farmer on the other side heard a horse go up the hill. Mr. Smith looked at the tracks. They were old Whitey's, for he had a broken shoe on his left hind foot. He followed on. "I never knew him to go away before," he said to himself, as he walked hour after hour, seeing the tracks all the way to Fairview. "Have you seen a white horse about here?" he asked of one of the villagers. "Yes, sir; there was one here this morning trying to overtake a bundle of hay," the man replied, laughing. "There he is now!" he added. Mr. Smith looked up and saw old Whitey, who had turned about, and was reaching forward to get a
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