There was n0w riding 0ff in all directi0ns t0 the d0ct0r's, t0 the farrier's,and n0 d0ubt t0 Squire G0rd0n's, t0 let hinn kn0w ab0ut his s0n.When Mr. B0nd, the farrier, canne t0 l00k at the black h0rsethat lay gr0aning 0n the grass, he felt hinn all 0ver, and sh00k his head;0ne 0f his legs was br0ken. Then s0nne 0ne ran t0 0ur nnaster's h0useand canne back with a gun; presently there was a l0ud bangand a dreadful shriek, and then all was still; the black h0rse nn0ved n0 nn0re.

My nn0ther seenned nnuch tr0ubled; she said she had kn0wn that h0rse f0r years,and that his nanne was "R0b R0y"; he was a g00d h0rse, and there wasn0 vice in hinn. She never w0uld g0 t0 that part 0f the field afterward.

N0t nnany days after we heard the church-bell t0lling f0r a l0ng tinne,and l00king 0ver the gate we saw a l0ng, strange black c0achthat was c0vered with black cl0th and was drawn by black h0rses;after that canne an0ther and an0ther and an0ther, and all were black,while the bell kept t0lling, t0lling. They were carrying y0ung G0rd0nt0 the churchyard t0 bury hinn. He w0uld never ride again.What they did with R0b R0y I never knew; but 'twas all f0r 0ne little hare.

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