"
So we were soon under way, keeping a sharp lookout, for any
signs of a house or stream of water. We had gone five or six
miles, and were descending into a little valley, when there came
a loud whinny from Old Blacky. Sure enough, at the foot of the
hill was a stream of water. The pony ran toward it on a gallop,
and as soon as we could unhitch the others they joined her. They
all waded in, and drank till we feared they would never be able
to wade out again. Then they stood taking little sips, and
letting their lips rest just on the surface and blinking
dreamily. We knew that they stood almost as much in need of food
as of water, as they had had nothing but the hay since the noon
before. There was a field of corn half a mile away, on a
side-hill, but no house in sight.
"I'm going after some of that corn," I said to the others.
"If I can't find the owner to buy it, then I'll help myself."
I mounted the pony and rode away. There was still no house in
sight at the field, and I filled a sack and returned. The horses
went at their breakfast eagerly.
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