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of the mute, deep sorrow of the boy, when he found his beloved,
his faithful, dear companion, lying on the ground, near the
manger, unable to return, even with one sound, Ivar’s endearing
words. Ivar shook his mane, and, in plaintive tones, called him
by his familiar name. All for naught – the pony was dead!
"It is over with thee; and with thee my joy is gone also!"
said Ivar, sadly, seating himself on the floor, and suffering his
head to sink and test on the pony; and tears of more bitterness
streamed down on his dead friend than are often wasted on many
a splendid funeral. Ivar’s sorrow was simple and artless, like
himself; but it was, nevertheless, deeply felt within the
innermost mine of his heart, and flickered there like a miner’s lamp,
at the light of which many precious metals are glistening. Sadly
and silently he remained in this position, until his father, who
had long before arisen, and looked forth from the window to
watch the approach of the wagon, entered the stable, and here
found, to his no small astonishment and grief, his poor Ivar sunk
down beside the body of his dead friend.
"What is the matter with you, for heaven’s sake? I think
the horse is dead! Arise, Ivar, and relate, has the rascal driven
the animal to death?"
"Yes, he has killed him, with his driving and whipping,"
replied Ivar; and arose with an expression of rekindling anger for
the ignominy which he was forced to surfer from the officer; and
the memory of the death of the pony, his best friend, of which the
officer had been the cause, was recalled to his mind with
vividness. "But, believe me, father, you would not have fared better
even if you had been present yourself. You cannot think how
hastily he drove; and if you will promise not to say anything
else to my mother, you shall have the whole story."
And now Ivar reported his whole nightly adventure: he
remembered every word that the officer had spoken, and even
every stroke that his poor white pony had received; but when
he commenced talking about himself, and was about relating to
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