The mare soon after my entrance rose from her mat, and coming up close, after having nicely observed my hands and face, gave me a most contemptuous look, and turning to the horse I heard the word Yahoo often repeated betwixt them, the meaning of which word 1 could not then ... I took it in my hand, and having smelt it , returned it to him again as civilly as I could. ... with milk to keep me alive till I could make my escape to some other country, and to creatures of my own species.
|Title||:||The Works of Jonathan Swift ...|
|Author||:||Jonathan Swift, Thomas Roscoe|