We little children had such fun riding on our old pet horse that father kept for an emergency. We used to feed him apples and maple sugar and et.. If it rained the horse could go into the barn floor and eat hay or if thirsty, go to the brook near by for a drink. One day Bessie our equestrian, took us for a ride. She steered the horse by a rope, no bridle or bit, and as we approached our old wire clothes line, that was below our home and was often used to hang out wet horse blankets to dry, she said, "duck." I stuck my face up and said, "what?" The clothesline caught me right under my chin and off I went. When I looked up again I was lying under the horse looking up at his belly. The horse never moved and I crawled safely out. That night when my mother was getting me scrubbed up for bed she said, "What is this big black mark under your chin, that I cannot wash off?" That was the first she had heard of our latest escapade.
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