Three Colts Exercising in a Six-Acre — Summary

Three colts exercising in a six-acre, A hilly sweep of unfenced grass over the road.

What a picture they make against the skyline! Necks stretched, hocks moving royally, tails flying; Farm-lads up, and they crouching low on their withers.

I have a journey to go-- A lawyer to see, and a paper to sign in the Tontine-- But I slacken my pace to watch them.

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A man is on his way to keep an appointment—he has a lawyer to see and a paper to sign—when he comes upon three young horses being ridden across a hilly, unfenced field near the road. The sight makes him slow down, though he doesn’t stop entirely. He watches their stretched necks, their proud, almost royal movement, their flying tails, and the farm boys crouched low on their withers. His tone is admiring and a little wistful; the colts’ energy seems far away from legal papers and errands. The mood is bright and slightly suspended, as if a few vivid seconds have opened in a busy day. He doesn’t abandon his duties or pretend they don’t matter. He simply lets the scene matter for a few moments too. That small surrender—slackening his pace for something alive and beautiful by the road—is what lingers.

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