I have never forgotten my mother's advice. she was a cleaver and sensible old horse. Her name was Duchess, but our master often called her Pet. He was a good,kind man,and my mother loved him very much. Whenever she saw him at the gate, she trotter across. He used to pat her and say, " Well,old Pet,and how is your little Darkie?" I was a dull black colour, so he called me Darkkie. He sometimes brought a piece of bread for me,or a carrot for my mother,and I think we were his favorite.