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IT is a little difficult to classify Mrs. Buckman-Linard's book. It is not a treatise, nor a text-book, nor a story. It is written in a conversational style not always easily followed. Here is a sentence which demands exceptional powers of perception:—“In some the odour is perceptible to themselves only, while in others it is such a powerful means of defence as to make the pursuing victim wish he had never been born, which floods cannot drown nor fires quench, if any part escape, and only six feet of earth can extinguish”(p. 22). The book is divided into chapters, but the title of the chapter is little indication of its contents; e.g. Chapter ii. is headed “Facilities for Breeding in America,” and after a few generalisations on the subject mentioned in the title the following questions are dealt with:—Is it possible that human beings have the same diseases as horses? Are the symptons easily recognised (reference is made to the symptons of glanders)? Is it possible to mend a broken leg? Chapters are also included on jockeys, the Derby day, and training. At the same time there is a quantity of information about the horse, scattered here and there in the volume; and if it had been systematically arranged in half the compass, it might have proved useful.
My Horse; My Love.
By Sarah Buckman-Linard. Pp. xii + 227. (London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1898.)
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My Horse; My Love. Nature 59, 199 (1898). https://doi.org/10.1038/059199b0
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