The adventures of Pony Dexter

Such a bright beautiful morning as it was when we set out for the pony trot! Several well-grown boys in our neighbourhood owned ponies. There was Marco Boo, owned by Will Barrow...

There was a great hubbub all around and about me as the race ended. Perley Bolt, naturally tall, looked as though he had grown still taller as the young people pressed forward,...

With a cross, impatient jerk he drew the bridle from the rail, and pulled me along, not stopping to mount as usual. For this, however, I was thankful as my knee ached so it woul...

The next morning I was much better. Phil’s strong liniment had put down the swelling, but my knee was still sensitive and when Perley proposed riding me to a spot three miles di...

I had soon decided that Gladys Fleming was an attractive, winsome young creature of warm heart and loving nature. She enjoyed putting me to my best speed on part of the homeward...

The July night closed in misty and dark, for there was no moon. Tillings had long since gone up to his room, and for hours the dull thunder of his heavy snoring had boomed along...

Pretty soon I began to hear talk about going into “winter quarters.” I didn’t know what this meant, but in time it was going to be understood. Through September we had mild, bea...

“How rough you are!” he murmured again. “Not half combed. I wonder where Lord Rondo keeps the curry? He didn’t tell me not to use it; perhaps thought I wouldn’t know how. Ah, I...

At the spot where he had left his great bundle, Archie unrolled it, and doubling his blanket into a square, put it on my back, for he had brought away only the bridle which was...

The rest of the oats and hay were sweet to my taste and I could have wished there had been more; as for water, I must wait for that until some friendly fount or trough appeared...

Early the next morning, Tillings had me out for another thorough wash and such a combing as a boy would have called “fierce.” He surely had some reason for wishing me to look my...