Three days later it was announced that he had died in the hospital at Willingdon, in spite of receiving every attention a horse could have.
Squealer came to announce the news to the others. He had, he said, been present during Boxer’s last hours.
“It was the most affecting sight I have ever seen!” said Squealer, lifting his trotter and wiping away a tear.
“I was at his bedside at the very last. And at the end, almost too weak to speak,”
“he whispered in my ear that his sole sorrow was to have passed on before the windmill was finished.”
“‘Forward, comrades!’ he whispered. ‘Forward in the name of the Rebellion. Long live Animal Farm!
Long live Comrade Napoleon! Napoleon is always right.’ Those were his very last words, comrades.”
Here Squealer's demeanour suddenly changed. He fell silent for a moment,
and his little eyes darted suspicious glances from side to side before he proceeded.
It had come to his knowledge, he said, that a foolish and wicked rumour had been circulated at the time of Boxer's removal.
Some of the animals had noticed that the van which took Boxer away was marked “Horse Slaughterer,”
and had actually jumped to the conclusion that Boxer was being sent to the knacker's.
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