I'm promised something soon, perhaps it is ready now.

Good-bye! Be sure to come!" The Harvester drove to a livery barn and examined a little horse, a shining black creature that seemed gentle and spirited.

He thought favourably of it.

A few days before he had selected a smart carriage, and with this outfit tied behind the wagon he returned to Medicine Woods.

He left the horse at the bridge, stabled Betsy, and then returned for the new conveyance, driving it to the hitching post.