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There we would pass by night through tropic forests, and come upon dark rivers sweeping by, all gleaming with the eyes of crocodiles, where the hippopotamus floated down with the stream, and mysterious craft loomed suddenly out of the dark and furtively passed away. THERE WE WOULD PASS BY NIGHT THROUGH TROPIC FORESTS AND COME UPON DARK RIVERS SWEEPING BY ALL GLEAMING WITH THE EYES OF CROCODILES WHERE THE HIPPOPOTAMUS FLOATED DOWN WITH A STREAM AND MYSTERIOUS CRAFT LOOMED SUDDENLY OUT OF THE DARK AND FURTIVELY PASSED AWAY
entless heart was weakened by the struggle. Very soon afterwards I was thrown out here. I have done my work." So they spoke among themselves, but all the while there loomed above them the form of an old rocking-horse complaining bitterly. He said: "I am Blagdaross. Woe is me that I should lie now an outcast among these worthy but little people. Alas! for the days that are gathered, and alas for the Great One that was a master and a soul to me, whose spirit is now shrunken and can never know me again, and no more ride abroad on knightly quests. I was Bucephalus when he was Alexander, and carried him victorious as far as Ind. I encountered dragons with him when he was St. George, I was the horse of Roland fighting for Christendom, and was often Rosinante. I fought in tournays and went errant upon quests, and met Ulysses and the heroes and the fairies. Or late in the evening, just before the lamps in the nursery were put out, he would suddenly mount me, and we would gallop through Africa. NCHED AND EVEN MY RELENTLESS HEART WAS WEAKENED BY THE STRUGGLE VERY SOON AFTERWARDS I WAS THROWN OUT HERE I HAVE DONE MY WORK SO THEY SPOKE AMONG THEMSELVES BUT ALL THE WHILE THERE LOOMED ABOVE THEM THE FORM OF AN OLD ROCKING HORSE COMPLAINING BITTERLY HE SAID I AM BLOODROSS WOE IS ME THAT I SHOULD LIE NOW AND OUTCAST AMONG THESE WORTHY BUT LITTLE PEOPLE ALAS FOR THE DAYS THAT ARE GATHERED AND ALAS FOR THE GREAT ONE THAT WAS A MASTER AND A SOUL TO ME WHOSE SPIRIT IS NOW SHRUNKEN AND CAN NEVER KNOW ME AGAIN AND NO MORE RIDE ABROAD ON KNIGHTLY QUESTS I WAS BE USEPHALUS WHEN HE WAS ALEXANDER AND CARRIED HIM VICTORIOUS AS FAR AS INDIA I ENCOUNTERED DRAGONS WITH HIM WHEN HE WAS SAINT GEORGE I WAS THE HORSE OF ROLAND FIGHTING FOR CHRISTENDOM AND WAS OFTEN ROSONANTE I FOUGHT IN TOURNEYS AND WENT ERRANT UPON QUESTS AND MET ULYSSES AND THE HEROES AND THE FAIRIES OR LATE IN THE EVENING JUST BEFORE THE LAMPS AND NURSERIES WERE PUT OUT HE WOULD SUDDENLY MOUNT ME AND WE WOULD GALLOP THROUGH AFRICA
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