Part I
Chapter 18: Going for the Doctor
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John seemed to be very much put out. I heard him say to himself
over and over again, "Stupid boy! stupid boy! no cloth put on,
and I dare say the water was cold, too; boys are no good;"
but Joe was a good boy, after all.
I was now very ill; a strong inflammation had attacked my lungs,
and I could not draw my breath without pain. John nursed me night and day;
he would get up two or three times in the night to come to me.
My master, too, often came to see me. "My poor Beauty," he said one day,
"my good horse, you saved your mistress' life, Beauty;
yes, you saved her life." I was very glad to hear that,
for it seems the doctor had said if we had been a little longer
it would have been too late. John told my master he never saw a horse
go so fast in his life. It seemed as if the horse knew what was the matter.
Of course I did, though John thought not; at least I knew as much as this --
that John and I must go at the top of our speed, and that it was
for the sake of the mistress.
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