The poor brute was so grateful and would keep touching my arm with his nose.
Mrs.Maxwell sat under the trees fanning herself and laughing at me, but I didn't care.

How could I enjoy myself with a dumb creature writhing in pain before me?
"A docked horse can neither eat nor sleep comfortably in the fly season.
In one of our New England villages they have a sign up, 'Horses taken in to grass.

Long tails, one dollar and fifty cents.

Short tails, one dollar.' And it just means that the short-tailed ones are taken cheaper, because they are so bothered by the flies that they can't eat much, while the long-tailed ones are able to brush them away, and eat in peace.

I read the other day of a Buffalo coal dealer's horse that was in such an agony through flies, that he committed suicide.