Walter Farley

When I was little I had a pony. I called him Little Black. He was my very, very good friend.

I Homeward bound The tramp steamer Drake ploughed away from the coast of India and pushed its blunt prow into the Arabian Sea, homeward bound. Slowly it made its way west towards the Gulf of Aden. Its hold was loaded with coffee, rice, tea, oil seeds and jute. Black smoke poiu-ed from its one...

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Erstes Kapitel Kampf in der Nacht Der graue Wallach Napoleon war kugelrund und gut beeinander. Seine Wohlbeleibtheit kam vor allem von seinem gelassenen Temperament und von seiner Fähigkeit, sich in jede Lebenslage einzufügen. Im Augenblick stand er mit halbgeschlossenen Augen da, das eine...