Title
Typescript draft of The Studhorse Man, page 62
Description
Typescript from the third draft of Robert Kroetsch's 1969 novel The Studhorse Man.
Creator
Source
Archives and Special Collections
Publisher
Calgary: University of Calgary
Date
Contributor
Robertson, James
Smith, Amanda
Relation
Kroetsch, Robert. The Studhorse Man.
Language
English
Type
Text
Identifier
MsC. 27.10.3
UUID
1f2cd988-aa81-4c2b-9ec7-00457526df83
Text
[Typescript]
rode with such ease her enduring xxxxx steed. The men, on the contrary, with much joviality, commented on the superiority of Noah's natural endowment, for the artist, in casting his bronzex model so much larger than life, had erred in making the parts of his stallion ridiculously small.
Hazard was busy trying to scamble up on the ice-coated granite pedestal in order to put a halter xx xxxx, and as he did so he said to himself, "I'll capture you you son of a--" Again my natural modesty asserts itself.
"He has been captured," a voice said. It was the voice on an enraptured woman.
You will recognize here a distant resemblance to a remark that Martha Proudfoot was fond of repeating. Hazard too recognized the similarity: he turned quickly. "He'll never be captured."
"The artist has done it. In bronze. Forever."
And just then Hazard lost his balance, slipped, and in falling caught his back on the ledge of the granite base.
This chapter, I see, divides itself neatly into two parts. The second might best be called "The Betrayal," for
rode with such ease her enduring xxxxx steed. The men, on the contrary, with much joviality, commented on the superiority of Noah's natural endowment, for the artist, in casting his bronzex model so much larger than life, had erred in making the parts of his stallion ridiculously small.
Hazard was busy trying to scamble up on the ice-coated granite pedestal in order to put a halter xx xxxx, and as he did so he said to himself, "I'll capture you you son of a--" Again my natural modesty asserts itself.
"He has been captured," a voice said. It was the voice on an enraptured woman.
You will recognize here a distant resemblance to a remark that Martha Proudfoot was fond of repeating. Hazard too recognized the similarity: he turned quickly. "He'll never be captured."
"The artist has done it. In bronze. Forever."
And just then Hazard lost his balance, slipped, and in falling caught his back on the ledge of the granite base.
This chapter, I see, divides itself neatly into two parts. The second might best be called "The Betrayal," for
[Holographic annotations]
62
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to Noah's head
Original Format
Typescript draft with holographic annotations