Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Nature -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction
He soon discovered that they were just as fond of play as he was, and
that he too was to take part in their games. Having fed as long as they
wanted that morning, they all at once began to gather together,
coming at a gallop, neighing shrilly; then the wild man, catching Martin
up, leaped upon the back of one of the horses, and away went the whole
troop at a furious pace to the great open dry plain, where Martin had
met with them on the previous day. Now it was very terrifying for him at
first to be in the midst of that flying crowd, as the animals went
tearing over the plain, which seemed to shake beneath their thundering
hoofs, while their human leader cheered them on with his shrill,
repeated cries. But in a little while he too caught the excitement, and,
losing all his fear, was as wildly happy as the others, crying out at
the top of his voice in imitation of the wild man.
After an hour's run they returned to the valley, and then Martin,
without being compelled to do so, rolled about on the grass, and went
after the young foals when they came out to challenge one another to a
game. He tried to do as they did, prancing and throwing up his heels and
snorting, but when they ran from him they soon left him hopelessly
behind. Meanwhile the wild man kept watch over him, feeding him with
mare's milk, and inviting him from time to time to smell and taste the
tender grass. Best of all was, when they went for another run in the
evening, and when Martin was no longer held with a tight grip against
the man's side, but was taught or allowed to hold on, clinging with his
legs to the man's body and clasping him round the neck with his arms,
his fingers tightly holding on to the great shaggy beard.
Three days passed in this way, and if his time had been much longer with
the wild horses he would have become one of the troop, and would perhaps
have eaten grass too, and forgotten his human speech, or that he was a
little boy born to a very different kind of life. But it was not to be,
and in the end he was separated from the troop by accident.
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