A Male horse,
" I once saw a horse in the neighborhood of New York, drawing a load of coal, twelve hundred weight, in a cart.
The lane was narrow — the driver, some distance behind, was conversing with a neighbor.
The horse, on a slow walk, came up to a little child sitting on his hind quarters in the middle of the road, gathering up dust with his little hands, and making mountains out of mole hills.
This horse stopped — he smelled on the child — there was no room to turn off. With his thick lips he gathered the frock between his teeth, lifted the child, laid him gently on the outside of the wheel-track, and ‘"went on his way rejoicing,"’ And well might he rejoice, he had done a noble deed.