Excerpt: ...For only answer the other squealed and whinnied, grimacing and kicking his legs up at the same time. Then the horses advanced to them, and gathering round in a close crowd began touching Martin with their noses. He liked it-the softness of their sensitive skins, which were like velvet, and putting up his hands he began to stroke their ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...For only answer the other squealed and whinnied, grimacing and kicking his legs up at the same time. Then the horses advanced to them, and gathering round in a close crowd began touching Martin with their noses. He liked it-the softness of their sensitive skins, which were like velvet, and putting up his hands he began to stroke their noses. Then one by one, after smelling him, and being touched by his hand, they turned away, and going down into the valley were soon scattered about, most of them grazing, some rolling, others lying stretched out on the grass as if to sleep; while the young foals in the troop, leaving their dams, began playing about and challenging one another to run a race. Martin, following and watching them, almost wished that he too could go on four legs to join them in their games. He trusted those wild horses, but he was still puzzled by that strange man, who had also left him now and was going quietly round on all fours, smelling at the grass. By-and-by he found something to his liking in a small patch of tender green clover, which he began nosing and tearing it up with his teeth, then turning his head round he stared back at Martin, his jaws working vigorously all the time, the stems and leaves of the clover he was eating sticking out from his mouth and hanging about his beard. All at once he jumped up, and flying back at Martin, snatched him up from the ground, carried him to the clover patch, and set him upon it, face down, on all fours; then when Martin sat up he grasped him by the head and forced it down until his nose was on the grass so as to make him smell it and know that it was good. But smell it he would not, and finally the other seized him roughly again and, opening his mouth, forced a bunch of grass into it. Illustration: "It's grass, and I sha'n't eat it!" screamed Martin, crying with anger at being so treated, and spewing the green stuff out of his mouth. Then the man released him, and, withdrawing a space of...Read Less
M'Cormick, A D (Illustrated by). Good. No dust jacket. Ex-library. Most pages clean, some blemishing. Great reading copy. 222 p. Gray cloth over boards; brown titles, border. Cream paper. Brown text and pen&ink artwork. Youth classic set in Southampton, England, about a boy, Martin, and his parents who voyaged with him away from the city to seclusion. His father is a carpenter. His playground is the natural world around him, and his imagination is filled with interesting images and characters. Postscript by the author, 1917.
New. This item is printed on demand. William Henry Hudson lived form 1841 to 1922. He was an author, naturalist and ornithologist. Hudson's parents settled in Argentina where Hudson spent his youth studying the flora and fauna of the area. Hudson later moved.
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