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The Day's Work - Volume 1 by Rudyard Kipling
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of equal'ty, suh, not even for one kick. He's beneath our contempt."

"Let him talk," said Marcus. "It's always interestin' to know what
another horse thinks. It don't tech us."

"An' he talks so, too," said Tuck. "I've never heard anythin' so
smart for a long time."

Again Rod stuck out his jaws sidewise, and went on slowly, as
though he were slugging on a plain bit at the end of a thirty-mile
drive:

"I want all you here ter understand thet ther ain't no Kansas, ner
no Kentucky, ner yet no Vermont, in our business. There's jest two
kind o' horse in the United States - them ez can an' will do their
work after bein' properly broke an' handled, an' them as won't.
I'm sick an' tired o' this everlastin' tail-switchin' an' wickerin'
abaout one State er another. A horse kin be proud o' his State, an'
swap lies abaout it in stall or when he's hitched to a block, ef he
keers to put in fly-time that way; but he hain't no right to let
that pride o' hisn interfere with his work, ner to make it an
excuse fer claimin' he's different. That's colts' talk, an' don't
you fergit it, Tweezy. An', Marcus, you remember that hem' a
philosopher, an' anxious to save trouble, - fer you ate,- don't
excuse you from jumpin' with all your feet on a slack-jawed, crazy
clay-bank like Boney here. It's leavin' 'em alone that gives 'em
their chance to ruin colts an' kill folks. An', Tuck, waal, you're
a mare anyways - but when a horse comes along an' covers up all his
talk o' killin' with ripplin' brooks, an wavin grass, an' eight
quarts of oats a day free, after killn' his man, don't you be run
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