In those days, Mother pointed out, "... getting around in the north meant horses. And first you had to catch your horse. Mother knew that. "I could hitch up the horses. But there again now: you made up your mind that you were going somewhere on Sunday, so you'd go look for the horses...Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! The damned things would disappear. If you actually did find them, it would be in the slough. It was half a mile long and there would be water in there, and the damned horses knew that. They would be standing in the middle and they wouldn't come out! You could shake your can with the oats; they wouldn't budge; they'd just look at you. They knew. They'd stand there in the water, and you couldn't get them out of there. And I wouldn't go in there, because I'd be up to here in water, and God knows what was creeping around the bottom! Yech! Oh, [when you had to depend] on the horses, the best was when they were in the barn."
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