A horse in 19th-century England recounts his experiences with both good and bad masters; A horse in 19th-century England recounts his experiences with both good and bad masters
Excerpt: Bambi is a delicious book. For delicacy of perception and essential truth I hardly know any story of animals that can stand beside this life study of a forest deer. Felix Salten is a Poet.
Introduction: It is believed that the scene of this tale, and most of the information necessary to understand its allusions, are rendered sufficiently obvious to the reader in the text itself, or in the accompanying notes. Still there is so much obscurity in the Indian traditions, and so much confusion in the Indian names, as to render some explanation useful.
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