Chapter 41: The Butcher
There was an old man, too, who used to come up our street with
a little coal cart; he wore a coal-heaver's hat, and looked rough and black.
He and his old horse used to plod together along the street,
like two good partners who understood each other; the horse would stop
of his own accord at the doors where they took coal of him; he used to keep
one ear bent toward his master. The old man's cry could be heard
up the street long before he came near. I never knew what he said,
but the children called him "Old Ba-a-ar Hoo", for it sounded like that.
Polly took her coal of him, and was very friendly, and Jerry said
it was a comfort to think how happy an old horse might be in a poor place.