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BLACK BEAUTY

The Autobiography of a Horse

by Anna Sewell [English Quaker -- 1820-1878.]

[Note: 'Black Beauty' was originally published in 1877. This etext was
transcribed from an American edition of 1911. Some small corrections
were made, after being confirmed against other sources.]

To my dear and honored Mother, whose life, no less than her pen, has been
devoted to the welfare of others, this little book is affectionately dedicated.

Contents

Part I
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Chapter 01

My Early Home 02 The Hunt 03 My Breaking In 04 Birtwick Park 05 A

Fair Start 06 Liberty 07 Ginger 08 Ginger's Story Continued 09 Merrylegs
10 A Talk in the Orchard 11 Plain Speaking 12 A Stormy Day 13 The
Devil's Trade Mark 14 James Howard 15 The Old Hostler 16 The Fire 17
John Manly's Talk 18 Going for the Doctor 19 Only Ignorance 20 Joe
Green 21 The Parting

Part II

22 Earlshall 23 A Strike for Liberty 24 The Lady Anne, or a Runaway

Horse 25 Reuben Smith 26 How it Ended 27 Ruined and Going Downhill
28 A Job Horse and His Drivers 29 Cockneys 30 A Thief 31 A Humbug

Part III

32 A Horse Fair 33 A London Cab Horse 34 An Old War Horse 35 Jerry

Barker 36 The Sunday Cab 37 The Golden Rule 38 Dolly and a Real
Gentleman 39 Seedy Sam 40 Poor Ginger 41 The Butcher 42 The Election
43 A Friend in Need 44 Old Captain and His Successor 45 Jerry's New
Year

Part IV

46 Jakes and the Lady 47 Hard Times 48 Farmer Thoroughgood and His
Grandson Willie 49 My Last Home

Black Beauty

Part I

01 My Early Home

The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with
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a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and
water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on one side we looked
into a plowed field, and on the other we looked over a gate at our master's
house, which stood by the roadside; at the top of the meadow was a grove
of fir trees, and at the bottom a running brook overhung by a steep bank.

While I was young I lived upon my mother's milk, as I could not eat grass.
In the daytime I ran by her side, and at night I lay down close by her. When
it was hot we used to stand by the pond in the shade of the trees, and when
it was cold we had a nice warm shed near the grove.

As soon as I was old enough to eat grass my mother used to go out to work
in the daytime, and come back in the evening.

There were six young colts in the meadow besides me; they were older than
I was; some were nearly as large as grown-up horses. I used to run with
them, and had great fun; we used to gallop all together round and round the
field as hard as we could go. Sometimes we had rather rough play, for they
would frequently bite and kick as well as gallop.

One day, when there was a good deal of kicking, my mother whinnied to
me to come to her, and then she said:

"I wish you to pay attention to what I am going to say to you. The colts
who live here are very good colts, but they are cart-horse colts, and of
course they have not learned manners. You have been well-bred and
well-born; your father has a great name in these parts, and your grandfather
won the cup two years at the Newmarket races; your grandmother had the
sweetest temper of any horse I ever knew, and I think you have never seen
me kick or bite. I hope you will grow up gentle and good, and never learn
bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you
trot, and never bite or kick even in play."

I have never forgotten my mother's advice; I knew she was a wise old
horse, and our master thought a great deal of her. Her name was Duchess,
but he often called her Pet.
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Our master was a good, kind man. He gave us good food, good lodging,
and kind words; he spoke as kindly to us as he did to his little children. We
were all fond of him, and my mother loved him very much. When she saw
him at the gate she would neigh with joy, and trot up to him. He would pat
and stroke her and say, "Well, old Pet, and how is your little Darkie?" I was
a dull black, so he called me Darkie; then he would give me a piece of
bread, which was very good, and sometimes he brought a carrot for my
mother. All the horses would come to him, but I think we were his
favorites. My mother always took him to the town on a market day in a
light gig.

There was a plowboy, Dick, who sometimes came into our field to pluck
blackberries from the hedge. When he had eaten all he wanted he would
have what he called fun with the colts, throwing stones and sticks at them
to make them gallop. We did not much mind him, for we could gallop off;
but sometimes a stone would hit and hurt us.

One day he was at this game, and did not know that the master was in the
next field; but he was there, watching what was going on; over the hedge he
jumped in a snap, and catching Dick by the arm, he gave him such a box on
the ear as made him roar with the pain and surprise. As soon as we saw the
master we trotted up nearer to see what went on.

"Bad boy!" he said, "bad boy! to chase the colts. This is not the first time,
nor the second, but it shall be the last. There--take your money and go
home; I shall not want you on my farm again." So we never saw Dick any
more. Old Daniel, the man who looked after the horses, was just as gentle
as our master, so we were well off.

02 The Hunt

Before I was two years old a circumstance happened which I have never
forgotten. It was early in the spring; there had been a little frost in the night,
and a light mist still hung over the woods and meadows. I and the other
colts were feeding at the lower part of the field when we heard, quite in the
distance, what sounded like the cry of dogs. The oldest of the colts raised
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his head, pricked his ears, and said, "There are the hounds!" and
immediately cantered off, followed by the rest of us to the upper part of the
field, where we could look over the hedge and see several fields beyond.
My mother and an old riding horse of our master's were also standing near,
and seemed to know all about it.

"They have found a hare," said my mother, "and if they come this way we
shall see the hunt."

And soon the dogs were all tearing down the field of young wheat next to
ours. I never heard such a noise as they made. They did not bark, nor howl,
nor whine, but kept on a "yo! yo, o, o! yo! yo, o, o!" at the top of their
voices. After them came a number of men on horseback, some of them in
green coats, all galloping as fast as they could. The old horse snorted and
looked eagerly after them, and we young colts wanted to be galloping with
them, but they were soon away into the fields lower down; here it seemed
as if they had come to a stand; the dogs left off barking, and ran about
every way with their noses to the ground.

"They have lost the scent," said the old horse; "perhaps the hare will get
off."

"What hare?" I said.

"Oh! I don't know what hare; likely enough it may be one of our own hares
out of the woods; any hare they can find will do for the dogs and men to
run after;" and before long the dogs began their "yo! yo, o, o!" again, and
back they came altogether at full speed, making straight for our meadow at
the part where the high bank and hedge overhang the brook.

"Now we shall see the hare," said my mother; and just then a hare wild with
fright rushed by and made for the woods. On came the dogs; they burst
over the bank, leaped the stream, and came dashing across the field
followed by the huntsmen. Six or eight men leaped their horses clean over,
close upon the dogs. The hare tried to get through the fence; it was too
thick, and she turned sharp round to make for the road, but it was too late;
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the dogs were upon her with their wild cries; we heard one shriek, and that
was the end of her. One of the huntsmen rode up and whipped off the dogs,
who would soon have torn her to pieces. He held her up by the leg torn and
bleeding, and all the gentlemen seemed well pleased.

As for me, I was so astonished that I did not at first see what was going on
by the brook; but when I did look there was a sad sight; two fine horses
were down, one was struggling in the stream, and the other was groaning
on the grass. One of the riders was getting out of the water covered with
mud, the other lay quite still.

"His neck is broke," said my mother.

"And serve him right, too," said one of the colts.

I thought the same, but my mother did not join with us.

"Well, no," she said, "you must not say that; but though I am an old horse,
and have seen and heard a great deal, I never yet could make out why men
are so fond of this sport; they often hurt themselves, often spoil good
horses, and tear up the fields, and all for a hare or a fox, or a stag, that they
could get more easily some other way; but we are only horses, and don't
know."

While my mother was saying this we stood and looked on. Many of the
riders had gone to the young man; but my master, who had been watching
what was going on, was the first to raise him. His head fell back and his
arms hung down, and every one looked very serious. There was no noise
now; even the dogs were quiet, and seemed to know that something was
wrong. They carried him to our master's house. I heard afterward that it was
young George Gordon, the squire's only son, a fine, tall young man, and the
pride of his family.

There was now riding off in all directions to the doctor's, to the farrier's,
and no doubt to Squire Gordon's, to let him know about his son. When Mr.
Bond, the farrier, came to look at the black horse that lay groaning on the
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grass, he felt him all over, and shook his head; one of his legs was broken.
Then some one ran to our master's house and came back with a gun;
presently there was a loud bang and a dreadful shriek, and then all was still;
the black horse moved no more.

My mother seemed much troubled; she said she had known that horse for
years, and that his name was "Rob Roy"; he was a good horse, and there
was no vice in him. She never would go to that part of the field afterward.

Not many days after we heard the church-bell tolling for a long time, and
looking over the gate we saw a long, strange black coach that was covered
with black cloth and was drawn by black horses; after that came another
and another and another, and all were black, while the bell kept tolling,
tolling. They were carrying young Gordon to the churchyard to bury him.
He would never ride again. What they did with Rob Roy I never knew; but
'twas all for one little hare.

03 My Breaking In

I was now beginning to grow handsome; my coat had grown fine and soft,
and was bright black. I had one white foot and a pretty white star on my
forehead. I was thought very handsome; my master would not sell me till I
was four years old; he said lads ought not to work like men, and colts ought
not to work like horses till they were quite grown up.

When I was four years old Squire Gordon came to look at me. He examined
my eyes, my mouth, and my legs; he felt them all down; and then I had to
walk and trot and gallop before him. He seemed to like me, and said,
"When he has been well broken in he will do very well." My master said he
would break me in himself, as he should not like me to be frightened or
hurt, and he lost no time about it, for the next day he began.

Every one may not know what breaking in is, therefore I will describe it. It
means to teach a horse to wear a saddle and bridle, and to carry on his back
a man, woman or child; to go just the way they wish, and to go quietly.
Besides this he has to learn to wear a collar, a crupper, and a breeching, and
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to stand still while they are put on; then to have a cart or a chaise fixed
behind, so that he cannot walk or trot without dragging it after him; and he
must go fast or slow, just as his driver wishes. He must never start at what
he sees, nor speak to other horses, nor bite, nor kick, nor have any will of
his own; but always do his master's will, even though he may be very tired
or hungry; but the worst of all is, when his harness is once on, he may
neither jump for joy nor lie down for weariness. So you see this breaking in
is a great thing.

I had of course long been used to a halter and a headstall, and to be led
about in the fields and lanes quietly, but now I was to have a bit and bridle;
my master gave me some oats as usual, and after a good deal of coaxing he
got the bit into my mouth, and the bridle fixed, but it was a nasty thing!
Those who have never had a bit in their mouths cannot think how bad it
feels; a great piece of cold hard steel as thick as a man's finger to be pushed
into one's mouth, between one's teeth, and over one's tongue, with the ends
coming out at the corner of your mouth, and held fast there by straps over
your head, under your throat, round your nose, and under your chin; so that
no way in the world can you get rid of the nasty hard thing; it is very bad!
yes, very bad! at least I thought so; but I knew my mother always wore one
when she went out, and all horses did when they were grown up; and so,
what with the nice oats, and what with my master's pats, kind words, and
gentle ways, I got to wear my bit and bridle.

Next came the saddle, but that was not half so bad; my master put it on my
back very gently, while old Daniel held my head; he then made the girths
fast under my body, patting and talking to me all the time; then I had a few
oats, then a little leading about; and this he did every day till I began to
look for the oats and the saddle. At length, one morning, my master got on
my back and rode me round the meadow on the soft grass. It certainly did
feel queer; but I must say I felt rather proud to carry my master, and as he
continued to ride me a little every day I soon became accustomed to it.

The next unpleasant business was putting on the iron shoes; that too was
very hard at first. My master went with me to the smith's forge, to see that I
was not hurt or got any fright. The blacksmith took my feet in his hand, one
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after the other, and cut away some of the hoof. It did not pain me, so I stood
still on three legs till he had done them all. Then he took a piece of iron the
shape of my foot, and clapped it on, and drove some nails through the shoe
quite into my hoof, so that the shoe was firmly on. My feet felt very stiff
and heavy, but in time I got used to it.

And now having got so far, my master went on to break me to harness;

there were more new things to wear. First, a stiff heavy collar just on my
neck, and a bridle with great side-pieces against my eyes called blinkers,
and blinkers indeed they were, for I could not see on either side, but only
straight in front of me; next, there was a small saddle with a nasty stiff strap
that went right under my tail; that was the crupper. I hated the crupper; to
have my long tail doubled up and poked through that strap was almost as
bad as the bit. I never felt more like kicking, but of course I could not kick
such a good master, and so in time I got used to everything, and could do
my work as well as my mother.

I must not forget to mention one part of my training, which I have always
considered a very great advantage. My master sent me for a fortnight to a
neighboring farmer's, who had a meadow which was skirted on one side by
the railway. Here were some sheep and cows, and I was turned in among
them.

I shall never forget the first train that ran by. I was feeding quietly near the
pales which separated the meadow from the railway, when I heard a strange
sound at a distance, and before I knew whence it came--with a rush and a
clatter, and a puffing out of smoke--a long black train of something flew
by, and was gone almost before I could draw my breath. I turned and
galloped to the further side of the meadow as fast as I could go, and there I
stood snorting with astonishment and fear. In the course of the day many
other trains went by, some more slowly; these drew up at the station close
by, and sometimes made an awful shriek and groan before they stopped. I
thought it very dreadful, but the cows went on eating very quietly, and
hardly raised their heads as the black frightful thing came puffing and
grinding past.
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For the first few days I could not feed in peace; but as I found that this
terrible creature never came into the field, or did me any harm, I began to
disregard it, and very soon I cared as little about the passing of a train as the
cows and sheep did.

Since then I have seen many horses much alarmed and restive at the sight
or sound of a steam engine; but thanks to my good master's care, I am as
fearless at railway stations as in my own stable.

Now if any one wants to break in a young horse well, that is the way.

My master often drove me in double harness with my mother, because she

was steady and could teach me how to go better than a strange horse. She
told me the better I behaved the better I should be treated, and that it was
wisest always to do my best to please my master; "but," said she, "there are
a great many kinds of men; there are good thoughtful men like our master,
that any horse may be proud to serve; and there are bad, cruel men, who
never ought to have a horse or dog to call their own. Besides, there are a
great many foolish men, vain, ignorant, and careless, who never trouble
themselves to think; these spoil more horses than all, just for want of sense;
they don't mean it, but they do it for all that. I hope you will fall into good
hands; but a horse never knows who may buy him, or who may drive him;
it is all a chance for us; but still I say, do your best wherever it is, and keep
up your good name."

04 Birtwick Park

At this time I used to stand in the stable and my coat was brushed every day
till it shone like a rook's wing. It was early in May, when there came a man
from Squire Gordon's, who took me away to the hall. My master said,
"Good-by, Darkie; be a good horse, and always do your best." I could not
say "good-by", so I put my nose into his hand; he patted me kindly, and I
left my first home. As I lived some years with Squire Gordon, I may as well
tell something about the place.
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Squire Gordon's park skirted the village of Birtwick. It was entered by a

large iron gate, at which stood the first lodge, and then you trotted along on
a smooth road between clumps of large old trees; then another lodge and
another gate, which brought you to the house and the gardens. Beyond this
lay the home paddock, the old orchard, and the stables. There was
accommodation for many horses and carriages; but I need only describe the
stable into which I was taken; this was very roomy, with four good stalls; a
large swinging window opened into the yard, which made it pleasant and
airy.

The first stall was a large square one, shut in behind with a wooden gate;
the others were common stalls, good stalls, but not nearly so large; it had a
low rack for hay and a low manger for corn; it was called a loose box,
because the horse that was put into it was not tied up, but left loose, to do as
he liked. It is a great thing to have a loose box.

Into this fine box the groom put me; it was clean, sweet, and airy. I never
was in a better box than that, and the sides were not so high but that I could
see all that went on through the iron rails that were at the top.

He gave me some very nice oats, he patted me, spoke kindly, and then went
away.

When I had eaten my corn I looked round. In the stall next to mine stood a
little fat gray pony, with a thick mane and tail, a very pretty head, and a pert
little nose.

I put my head up to the iron rails at the top of my box, and said, "How do
you do? What is your name?"

He turned round as far as his halter would allow, held up his head, and said,
"My name is Merrylegs. I am very handsome; I carry the young ladies on
my back, and sometimes I take our mistress out in the low chair. They think
a great deal of me, and so does James. Are you going to live next door to
me in the box?"
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I said, "Yes."

"Well, then," he said, "I hope you are good-tempered; I do not like any one
next door who bites."

Just then a horse's head looked over from the stall beyond; the ears were
laid back, and the eye looked rather ill-tempered. This was a tall chestnut
mare, with a long handsome neck. She looked across to me and said:

"So it is you who have turned me out of my box; it is a very strange thing
for a colt like you to come and turn a lady out of her own home."

"I beg your pardon," I said, "I have turned no one out; the man who brought
me put me here, and I had nothing to do with it; and as to my being a colt, I
am turned four years old and am a grown-up horse. I never had words yet
with horse or mare, and it is my wish to live at peace."

"Well," she said, "we shall see. Of course, I do not want to have words with
a young thing like you." I said no more.

In the afternoon, when she went out, Merrylegs told me all about it.

"The thing is this," said Merrylegs. "Ginger has a bad habit of biting and
snapping; that is why they call her Ginger, and when she was in the loose
box she used to snap very much. One day she bit James in the arm and
made it bleed, and so Miss Flora and Miss Jessie, who are very fond of me,
were afraid to come into the stable. They used to bring me nice things to
eat, an apple or a carrot, or a piece of bread, but after Ginger stood in that
box they dared not come, and I missed them very much. I hope they will
now come again, if you do not bite or snap."

I told him I never bit anything but grass, hay, and corn, and could not think
what pleasure Ginger found it.

"Well, I don't think she does find pleasure," says Merrylegs; "it is just a bad
habit; she says no one was ever kind to her, and why should she not bite?
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Of course, it is a very bad habit; but I am sure, if all she says be true, she
must have been very ill-used before she came here. John does all he can to
please her, and James does all he can, and our master never uses a whip if a
horse acts right; so I think she might be good-tempered here. You see," he
said, with a wise look, "I am twelve years old; I know a great deal, and I
can tell you there is not a better place for a horse all round the country than
this. John is the best groom that ever was; he has been here fourteen years;
and you never saw such a kind boy as James is; so that it is all Ginger's own
fault that she did not stay in that box."

05 A Fair Start

The name of the coachman was John Manly; he had a wife and one little
child, and they lived in the coachman's cottage, very near the stables.

The next morning he took me into the yard and gave me a good grooming,
and just as I was going into my box, with my coat soft and bright, the
squire came in to look at me, and seemed pleased. "John," he said, "I meant
to have tried the new horse this morning, but I have other business. You
may as well take him around after breakfast; go by the common and the
Highwood, and back by the watermill and the river; that will show his
paces."

"I will, sir," said John. After breakfast he came and fitted me with a bridle.
He was very particular in letting out and taking in the straps, to fit my head
comfortably; then he brought a saddle, but it was not broad enough for my
back; he saw it in a minute and went for another, which fitted nicely. He
rode me first slowly, then a trot, then a canter, and when we were on the
common he gave me a light touch with his whip, and we had a splendid
gallop.

"Ho, ho! my boy," he said, as he pulled me up, "you would like to follow
the hounds, I think."

As we came back through the park we met the Squire and Mrs. Gordon
walking; they stopped, and John jumped off.
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"Well, John, how does he go?"

"First-rate, sir," answered John; "he is as fleet as a deer, and has a fine spirit
too; but the lightest touch of the rein will guide him. Down at the end of the
common we met one of those traveling carts hung all over with baskets,
rugs, and such like; you know, sir, many horses will not pass those carts
quietly; he just took a good look at it, and then went on as quiet and
pleasant as could be. They were shooting rabbits near the Highwood, and a
gun went off close by; he pulled up a little and looked, but did not stir a
step to right or left. I just held the rein steady and did not hurry him, and it's
my opinion he has not been frightened or ill-used while he was young."

"That's well," said the squire, "I will try him myself to-morrow."

The next day I was brought up for my master. I remembered my mother's

counsel and my good old master's, and I tried to do exactly what he wanted
me to do. I found he was a very good rider, and thoughtful for his horse too.
When he came home the lady was at the hall door as he rode up.

"Well, my dear," she said, "how do you like him?"

"He is exactly what John said," he replied; "a pleasanter creature I never
wish to mount. What shall we call him?"

"Would you like Ebony?" said she; "he is as black as ebony."

"No, not Ebony."

"Will you call him Blackbird, like your uncle's old horse?"

"No, he is far handsomer than old Blackbird ever was."

"Yes," she said, "he is really quite a beauty, and he has such a sweet,
good-tempered face, and such a fine, intelligent eye--what do you say to
calling him Black Beauty?"
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"Black Beauty--why, yes, I think that is a very good name. If you like it
shall be his name;" and so it was.

When John went into the stable he told James that master and mistress had
chosen a good, sensible English name for me, that meant something; not
like Marengo, or Pegasus, or Abdallah. They both laughed, and James said,
"If it was not for bringing back the past, I should have named him Rob Roy,
for I never saw two horses more alike."

"That's no wonder," said John; "didn't you know that Farmer Grey's old
Duchess was the mother of them both?"

I had never heard that before; and so poor Rob Roy who was killed at that
hunt was my brother! I did not wonder that my mother was so troubled. It
seems that horses have no relations; at least they never know each other
after they are sold.

John seemed very proud of me; he used to make my mane and tail almost
as smooth as a lady's hair, and he would talk to me a great deal; of course I
did not understand all he said, but I learned more and more to know what
he meant, and what he wanted me to do. I grew very fond of him, he was so
gentle and kind; he seemed to know just how a horse feels, and when he
cleaned me he knew the tender places and the ticklish places; when he
brushed my head he went as carefully over my eyes as if they were his own,
and never stirred up any ill-temper.

James Howard, the stable boy, was just as gentle and pleasant in his way,
so I thought myself well off. There was another man who helped in the
yard, but he had very little to do with Ginger and me.

A few days after this I had to go out with Ginger in the carriage. I
wondered how we should get on together; but except laying her ears back
when I was led up to her, she behaved very well. She did her work
honestly, and did her full share, and I never wish to have a better partner in
double harness. When we came to a hill, instead of slackening her pace, she
would throw her weight right into the collar, and pull away straight up. We
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had both the same sort of courage at our work, and John had oftener to hold
us in than to urge us forward; he never had to use the whip with either of
us; then our paces were much the same, and I found it very easy to keep
step with her when trotting, which made it pleasant, and master always
liked it when we kept step well, and so did John. After we had been out two
or three times together we grew quite friendly and sociable, which made me
feel very much at home.

As for Merrylegs, he and I soon became great friends; he was such a

cheerful, plucky, good-tempered little fellow that he was a favorite with
every one, and especially with Miss Jessie and Flora, who used to ride him
about in the orchard, and have fine games with him and their little dog
Frisky.

Our master had two other horses that stood in another stable. One was
Justice, a roan cob, used for riding or for the luggage cart; the other was an
old brown hunter, named Sir Oliver; he was past work now, but was a great
favorite with the master, who gave him the run of the park; he sometimes
did a little light carting on the estate, or carried one of the young ladies
when they rode out with their father, for he was very gentle and could be
trusted with a child as well as Merrylegs. The cob was a strong, well-made,
good-tempered horse, and we sometimes had a little chat in the paddock,
but of course I could not be so intimate with him as with Ginger, who stood
in the same stable.

06 Liberty

I was quite happy in my new place, and if there was one thing that I missed
it must not be thought I was discontented; all who had to do with me were
good and I had a light airy stable and the best of food. What more could I
want? Why, liberty! For three years and a half of my life I had had all the
liberty I could wish for; but now, week after week, month after month, and
no doubt year after year, I must stand up in a stable night and day except
when I am wanted, and then I must be just as steady and quiet as any old
horse who has worked twenty years. Straps here and straps there, a bit in
my mouth, and blinkers over my eyes. Now, I am not complaining, for I
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know it must be so. I only mean to say that for a young horse full of
strength and spirits, who has been used to some large field or plain where
he can fling up his head and toss up his tail and gallop away at full speed,
then round and back again with a snort to his companions--I say it is hard
never to have a bit more liberty to do as you like. Sometimes, when I have
had less exercise than usual, I have felt so full of life and spring that when
John has taken me out to exercise I really could not keep quiet; do what I
would, it seemed as if I must jump, or dance, or prance, and many a good
shake I know I must have given him, especially at the first; but he was
always good and patient.

"Steady, steady, my boy," he would say; "wait a bit, and we will have a
good swing, and soon get the tickle out of your feet." Then as soon as we
were out of the village, he would give me a few miles at a spanking trot,
and then bring me back as fresh as before, only clear of the fidgets, as he
called them. Spirited horses, when not enough exercised, are often called
skittish, when it is only play; and some grooms will punish them, but our
John did not; he knew it was only high spirits. Still, he had his own ways of
making me understand by the tone of his voice or the touch of the rein. If
he was very serious and quite determined, I always knew it by his voice,
and that had more power with me than anything else, for I was very fond of
him.

I ought to say that sometimes we had our liberty for a few hours; this used
to be on fine Sundays in the summer-time. The carriage never went out on
Sundays, because the church was not far off.

It was a great treat to us to be turned out into the home paddock or the old
orchard; the grass was so cool and soft to our feet, the air so sweet, and the
freedom to do as we liked was so pleasant--to gallop, to lie down, and roll
over on our backs, or to nibble the sweet grass. Then it was a very good
time for talking, as we stood together under the shade of the large chestnut
tree.

07 Ginger
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One day when Ginger and I were standing alone in the shade, we had a
great deal of talk; she wanted to know all about my bringing up and
breaking in, and I told her.

"Well," said she, "if I had had your bringing up I might have had as good a
temper as you, but now I don't believe I ever shall."

"Why not?" I said.

"Because it has been all so different with me," she replied. "I never had any
one, horse or man, that was kind to me, or that I cared to please, for in the
first place I was taken from my mother as soon as I was weaned, and put
with a lot of other young colts; none of them cared for me, and I cared for
none of them. There was no kind master like yours to look after me, and
talk to me, and bring me nice things to eat. The man that had the care of us
never gave me a kind word in my life. I do not mean that he ill-used me,
but he did not care for us one bit further than to see that we had plenty to
eat, and shelter in the winter. A footpath ran through our field, and very
often the great boys passing through would fling stones to make us gallop. I
was never hit, but one fine young colt was badly cut in the face, and I
should think it would be a scar for life. We did not care for them, but of
course it made us more wild, and we settled it in our minds that boys were
our enemies. We had very good fun in the free meadows, galloping up and
down and chasing each other round and round the field; then standing still
under the shade of the trees. But when it came to breaking in, that was a
bad time for me; several men came to catch me, and when at last they
closed me in at one corner of the field, one caught me by the forelock,
another caught me by the nose and held it so tight I could hardly draw my
breath; then another took my under jaw in his hard hand and wrenched my
mouth open, and so by force they got on the halter and the bar into my
mouth; then one dragged me along by the halter, another flogging behind,
and this was the first experience I had of men's kindness; it was all force.
They did not give me a chance to know what they wanted. I was high bred
and had a great deal of spirit, and was very wild, no doubt, and gave them, I
dare say, plenty of trouble, but then it was dreadful to be shut up in a stall
day after day instead of having my liberty, and I fretted and pined and
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wanted to get loose. You know yourself it's bad enough when you have a
kind master and plenty of coaxing, but there was nothing of that sort for
me.

"There was one--the old master, Mr. Ryder--who, I think, could soon have
brought me round, and could have done anything with me; but he had given
up all the hard part of the trade to his son and to another experienced man,
and he only came at times to oversee. His son was a strong, tall, bold man;
they called him Samson, and he used to boast that he had never found a
horse that could throw him. There was no gentleness in him, as there was in
his father, but only hardness, a hard voice, a hard eye, a hard hand; and I
felt from the first that what he wanted was to wear all the spirit out of me,
and just make me into a quiet, humble, obedient piece of horseflesh.
'Horseflesh'! Yes, that is all that he thought about," and Ginger stamped her
foot as if the very thought of him made her angry. Then she went on:

"If I did not do exactly what he wanted he would get put out, and make me
run round with that long rein in the training field till he had tired me out. I
think he drank a good deal, and I am quite sure that the oftener he drank the
worse it was for me. One day he had worked me hard in every way he
could, and when I lay down I was tired, and miserable, and angry; it all
seemed so hard. The next morning he came for me early, and ran me round
again for a long time. I had scarcely had an hour's rest, when he came again
for me with a saddle and bridle and a new kind of bit. I could never quite
tell how it came about; he had only just mounted me on the training ground,
when something I did put him out of temper, and he chucked me hard with
the rein. The new bit was very painful, and I reared up suddenly, which
angered him still more, and he began to flog me. I felt my whole spirit set
against him, and I began to kick, and plunge, and rear as I had never done
before, and we had a regular fight; for a long time he stuck to the saddle
and punished me cruelly with his whip and spurs, but my blood was
thoroughly up, and I cared for nothing he could do if only I could get him
off. At last after a terrible struggle I threw him off backward. I heard him
fall heavily on the turf, and without looking behind me, I galloped off to the
other end of the field; there I turned round and saw my persecutor slowly
rising from the ground and going into the stable. I stood under an oak tree
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and watched, but no one came to catch me. The time went on, and the sun
was very hot; the flies swarmed round me and settled on my bleeding
flanks where the spurs had dug in. I felt hungry, for I had not eaten since
the early morning, but there was not enough grass in that meadow for a
goose to live on. I wanted to lie down and rest, but with the saddle strapped
tightly on there was no comfort, and there was not a drop of water to drink.
The afternoon wore on, and the sun got low. I saw the other colts led in,
and I knew they were having a good feed.

"At last, just as the sun went down, I saw the old master come out with a
sieve in his hand. He was a very fine old gentleman with quite white hair,
but his voice was what I should know him by among a thousand. It was not
high, nor yet low, but full, and clear, and kind, and when he gave orders it
was so steady and decided that every one knew, both horses and men, that
he expected to be obeyed. He came quietly along, now and then shaking the
oats about that he had in the sieve, and speaking cheerfully and gently to
me: 'Come along, lassie, come along, lassie; come along, come along.' I
stood still and let him come up; he held the oats to me, and I began to eat
without fear; his voice took all my fear away. He stood by, patting and
stroking me while I was eating, and seeing the clots of blood on my side he
seemed very vexed. 'Poor lassie! it was a bad business, a bad business;' then
he quietly took the rein and led me to the stable; just at the door stood
Samson. I laid my ears back and snapped at him. 'Stand back,' said the
master, 'and keep out of her way; you've done a bad day's work for this
filly.' He growled out something about a vicious brute. 'Hark ye,' said the
father, 'a bad-tempered man will never make a good-tempered horse.
You've not learned your trade yet, Samson.' Then he led me into my box,
took off the saddle and bridle with his own hands, and tied me up; then he
called for a pail of warm water and a sponge, took off his coat, and while
the stable-man held the pail, he sponged my sides a good while, so tenderly
that I was sure he knew how sore and bruised they were. 'Whoa! my pretty
one,' he said, 'stand still, stand still.' His very voice did me good, and the
bathing was very comfortable. The skin was so broken at the corners of my
mouth that I could not eat the hay, the stalks hurt me. He looked closely at
it, shook his head, and told the man to fetch a good bran mash and put some
meal into it. How good that mash was! and so soft and healing to my
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mouth. He stood by all the time I was eating, stroking me and talking to the
man. 'If a high-mettled creature like this,' said he, 'can't be broken by fair
means, she will never be good for anything.'

"After that he often came to see me, and when my mouth was healed the
other breaker, Job, they called him, went on training me; he was steady and
thoughtful, and I soon learned what he wanted."

08 Ginger's Story Continued

The next time that Ginger and I were together in the paddock she told me
about her first place.

"After my breaking in," she said, "I was bought by a dealer to match
another chestnut horse. For some weeks he drove us together, and then we
were sold to a fashionable gentleman, and were sent up to London. I had
been driven with a check-rein by the dealer, and I hated it worse than
anything else; but in this place we were reined far tighter, the coachman
and his master thinking we looked more stylish so. We were often driven
about in the park and other fashionable places. You who never had a
check-rein on don't know what it is, but I can tell you it is dreadful.

"I like to toss my head about and hold it as high as any horse; but fancy
now yourself, if you tossed your head up high and were obliged to hold it
there, and that for hours together, not able to move it at all, except with a
jerk still higher, your neck aching till you did not know how to bear it.
Besides that, to have two bits instead of one--and mine was a sharp one, it
hurt my tongue and my jaw, and the blood from my tongue colored the
froth that kept flying from my lips as I chafed and fretted at the bits and
rein. It was worst when we had to stand by the hour waiting for our
mistress at some grand party or entertainment, and if I fretted or stamped
with impatience the whip was laid on. It was enough to drive one mad."

"Did not your master take any thought for you?" I said.
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"No," said she, "he only cared to have a stylish turnout, as they call it; I
think he knew very little about horses; he left that to his coachman, who
told him I had an irritable temper! that I had not been well broken to the
check-rein, but I should soon get used to it; but he was not the man to do it,
for when I was in the stable, miserable and angry, instead of being
smoothed and quieted by kindness, I got only a surly word or a blow. If he
had been civil I would have tried to bear it. I was willing to work, and
ready to work hard too; but to be tormented for nothing but their fancies
angered me. What right had they to make me suffer like that? Besides the
soreness in my mouth, and the pain in my neck, it always made my
windpipe feel bad, and if I had stopped there long I know it would have
spoiled my breathing; but I grew more and more restless and irritable, I
could not help it; and I began to snap and kick when any one came to
harness me; for this the groom beat me, and one day, as they had just
buckled us into the carriage, and were straining my head up with that rein, I
began to plunge and kick with all my might. I soon broke a lot of harness,
and kicked myself clear; so that was an end of that place.

"After this I was sent to Tattersall's to be sold; of course I could not be

warranted free from vice, so nothing was said about that. My handsome
appearance and good paces soon brought a gentleman to bid for me, and I
was bought by another dealer; he tried me in all kinds of ways and with
different bits, and he soon found out what I could not bear. At last he drove
me quite without a check-rein, and then sold me as a perfectly quiet horse
to a gentleman in the country; he was a good master, and I was getting on
very well, but his old groom left him and a new one came. This man was as
hard-tempered and hard-handed as Samson; he always spoke in a rough,
impatient voice, and if I did not move in the stall the moment he wanted
me, he would hit me above the hocks with his stable broom or the fork,
whichever he might have in his hand. Everything he did was rough, and I
began to hate him; he wanted to make me afraid of him, but I was too
high-mettled for that, and one day when he had aggravated me more than
usual I bit him, which of course put him in a great rage, and he began to hit
me about the head with a riding whip. After that he never dared to come
into my stall again; either my heels or my teeth were ready for him, and he
knew it. I was quite quiet with my master, but of course he listened to what
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the man said, and so I was sold again.

"The same dealer heard of me, and said he thought he knew one place
where I should do well. ''Twas a pity,' he said, 'that such a fine horse should
go to the bad, for want of a real good chance,' and the end of it was that I
came here not long before you did; but I had then made up my mind that
men were my natural enemies and that I must defend myself. Of course it is
very different here, but who knows how long it will last? I wish I could
think about things as you do; but I can't, after all I have gone through."

"Well," I said, "I think it would be a real shame if you were to bite or kick
John or James."

"I don't mean to," she said, "while they are good to me. I did bite James
once pretty sharp, but John said, 'Try her with kindness,' and instead of
punishing me as I expected, James came to me with his arm bound up, and
brought me a bran mash and stroked me; and I have never snapped at him
since, and I won't either."

I was sorry for Ginger, but of course I knew very little then, and I thought
most likely she made the worst of it; however, I found that as the weeks
went on she grew much more gentle and cheerful, and had lost the
watchful, defiant look that she used to turn on any strange person who
came near her; and one day James said, "I do believe that mare is getting
fond of me, she quite whinnied after me this morning when I had been
rubbing her forehead."

"Ay, ay, Jim, 'tis 'the Birtwick balls'," said John, "she'll be as good as Black
Beauty by and by; kindness is all the physic she wants, poor thing!" Master
noticed the change, too, and one day when he got out of the carriage and
came to speak to us, as he often did, he stroked her beautiful neck. "Well,
my pretty one, well, how do things go with you now? You are a good bit
happier than when you came to us, I think."

She put her nose up to him in a friendly, trustful way, while he rubbed it
gently.
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"We shall make a cure of her, John," he said.

"Yes, sir, she's wonderfully improved; she's not the same creature that she
was; it's 'the Birtwick balls', sir," said John, laughing.

This was a little joke of John's; he used to say that a regular course of "the
Birtwick horseballs" would cure almost any vicious horse; these balls, he
said, were made up of patience and gentleness, firmness and petting, one
pound of each to be mixed up with half a pint of common sense, and given
to the horse every day.

09 Merrylegs

Mr. Blomefield, the vicar, had a large family of boys and girls; sometimes
they used to come and play with Miss Jessie and Flora. One of the girls was
as old as Miss Jessie; two of the boys were older, and there were several
little ones. When they came there was plenty of work for Merrylegs, for
nothing pleased them so much as getting on him by turns and riding him all
about the orchard and the home paddock, and this they would do by the
hour together.

One afternoon he had been out with them a long time, and when James
brought him in and put on his halter he said:

"There, you rogue, mind how you behave yourself, or we shall get into
trouble."

"What have you been doing, Merrylegs?" I asked.

"Oh!" said he, tossing his little head, "I have only been giving those young
people a lesson; they did not know when they had had enough, nor when I
had had enough, so I just pitched them off backward; that was the only
thing they could understand."

"What!" said I, "you threw the children off? I thought you did know better
than that! Did you throw Miss Jessie or Miss Flora?"
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He looked very much offended, and said:

"Of course not; I would not do such a thing for the best oats that ever came
into the stable; why, I am as careful of our young ladies as the master could
be, and as for the little ones it is I who teach them to ride. When they seem
frightened or a little unsteady on my back I go as smooth and as quiet as
old pussy when she is after a bird; and when they are all right I go on again
faster, you see, just to use them to it; so don't you trouble yourself
preaching to me; I am the best friend and the best riding-master those
children have. It is not them, it is the boys; boys," said he, shaking his
mane, "are quite different; they must be broken in as we were broken in
when we were colts, and just be taught what's what. The other children had
ridden me about for nearly two hours, and then the boys thought it was their
turn, and so it was, and I was quite agreeable. They rode me by turns, and I
galloped them about, up and down the fields and all about the orchard, for a
good hour. They had each cut a great hazel stick for a riding-whip, and laid
it on a little too hard; but I took it in good part, till at last I thought we had
had enough, so I stopped two or three times by way of a hint. Boys, you
see, think a horse or pony is like a steam-engine or a thrashing-machine,
and can go on as long and as fast as they please; they never think that a
pony can get tired, or have any feelings; so as the one who was whipping
me could not understand I just rose up on my hind legs and let him slip off
behind--that was all. He mounted me again, and I did the same. Then the
other boy got up, and as soon as he began to use his stick I laid him on the
grass, and so on, till they were able to understand--that was all. They are
not bad boys; they don't wish to be cruel. I like them very well; but you see
I had to give them a lesson. When they brought me to James and told him I
think he was very angry to see such big sticks. He said they were only fit
for drovers or gypsies, and not for young gentlemen."

"If I had been you," said Ginger, "I would have given those boys a good
kick, and that would have given them a lesson."

"No doubt you would," said Merrylegs; "but then I am not quite such a fool
(begging your pardon) as to anger our master or make James ashamed of
me. Besides, those children are under my charge when they are riding; I tell
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you they are intrusted to me. Why, only the other day I heard our master
say to Mrs. Blomefield, 'My dear madam, you need not be anxious about
the children; my old Merrylegs will take as much care of them as you or I
could; I assure you I would not sell that pony for any money, he is so
perfectly good-tempered and trustworthy;' and do you think I am such an
ungrateful brute as to forget all the kind treatment I have had here for five
years, and all the trust they place in me, and turn vicious because a couple
of ignorant boys used me badly? No, no! you never had a good place where
they were kind to you, and so you don't know, and I'm sorry for you; but I
can tell you good places make good horses. I wouldn't vex our people for
anything; I love them, I do," said Merrylegs, and he gave a low "ho, ho,
ho!" through his nose, as he used to do in the morning when he heard
James' footstep at the door.

"Besides," he went on, "if I took to kicking where should I be? Why, sold
off in a jiffy, and no character, and I might find myself slaved about under a
butcher's boy, or worked to death at some seaside place where no one cared
for me, except to find out how fast I could go, or be flogged along in some
cart with three or four great men in it going out for a Sunday spree, as I
have often seen in the place I lived in before I came here; no," said he,
shaking his head, "I hope I shall never come to that."

10 A Talk in the Orchard

Ginger and I were not of the regular tall carriage horse breed, we had more
of the racing blood in us. We stood about fifteen and a half hands high; we
were therefore just as good for riding as we were for driving, and our
master used to say that he disliked either horse or man that could do but one
thing; and as he did not want to show off in London parks, he preferred a
more active and useful kind of horse. As for us, our greatest pleasure was
when we were saddled for a riding party; the master on Ginger, the mistress
on me, and the young ladies on Sir Oliver and Merrylegs. It was so cheerful
to be trotting and cantering all together that it always put us in high spirits.
I had the best of it, for I always carried the mistress; her weight was little,
her voice was sweet, and her hand was so light on the rein that I was guided
almost without feeling it.
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Oh! if people knew what a comfort to horses a light hand is, and how it
keeps a good mouth and a good temper, they surely would not chuck, and
drag, and pull at the rein as they often do. Our mouths are so tender that
where they have not been spoiled or hardened with bad or ignorant
treatment, they feel the slightest movement of the driver's hand, and we
know in an instant what is required of us. My mouth has never been
spoiled, and I believe that was why the mistress preferred me to Ginger,
although her paces were certainly quite as good. She used often to envy me,
and said it was all the fault of breaking in, and the gag bit in London, that
her mouth was not so perfect as mine; and then old Sir Oliver would say,
"There, there! don't vex yourself; you have the greatest honor; a mare that
can carry a tall man of our master's weight, with all your spring and
sprightly action, does not need to hold her head down because she does not
carry the lady; we horses must take things as they come, and always be
contented and willing so long as we are kindly used."

I had often wondered how it was that Sir Oliver had such a very short tail;
it really was only six or seven inches long, with a tassel of hair hanging
from it; and on one of our holidays in the orchard I ventured to ask him by
what accident it was that he had lost his tail. "Accident!" he snorted with a
fierce look, "it was no accident! it was a cruel, shameful, cold-blooded act!
When I was young I was taken to a place where these cruel things were
done; I was tied up, and made fast so that I could not stir, and then they
came and cut off my long and beautiful tail, through the flesh and through
the bone, and took it away.

"How dreadful!" I exclaimed.

"Dreadful, ah! it was dreadful; but it was not only the pain, though that was
terrible and lasted a long time; it was not only the indignity of having my
best ornament taken from me, though that was bad; but it was this, how
could I ever brush the flies off my sides and my hind legs any more? You
who have tails just whisk the flies off without thinking about it, and you
can't tell what a torment it is to have them settle upon you and sting and
sting, and have nothing in the world to lash them off with. I tell you it is a
lifelong wrong, and a lifelong loss; but thank heaven, they don't do it now."
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"What did they do it for then?" said Ginger.

"For fashion!" said the old horse with a stamp of his foot; "for fashion! if
you know what that means; there was not a well-bred young horse in my
time that had not his tail docked in that shameful way, just as if the good
God that made us did not know what we wanted and what looked best."

"I suppose it is fashion that makes them strap our heads up with those
horrid bits that I was tortured with in London," said Ginger.

"Of course it is," said he; "to my mind, fashion is one of the wickedest
things in the world. Now look, for instance, at the way they serve dogs,
cutting off their tails to make them look plucky, and shearing up their pretty
little ears to a point to make them both look sharp, forsooth. I had a dear
friend once, a brown terrier; 'Skye' they called her. She was so fond of me
that she never would sleep out of my stall; she made her bed under the
manger, and there she had a litter of five as pretty little puppies as need be;
none were drowned, for they were a valuable kind, and how pleased she
was with them! and when they got their eyes open and crawled about, it
was a real pretty sight; but one day the man came and took them all away; I
thought he might be afraid I should tread upon them. But it was not so; in
the evening poor Skye brought them back again, one by one in her mouth;
not the happy little things that they were, but bleeding and crying pitifully;
they had all had a piece of their tails cut off, and the soft flap of their pretty
little ears was cut quite off. How their mother licked them, and how
troubled she was, poor thing! I never forgot it. They healed in time, and
they forgot the pain, but the nice soft flap, that of course was intended to
protect the delicate part of their ears from dust and injury, was gone
forever. Why don't they cut their own children's ears into points to make
them look sharp? Why don't they cut the end off their noses to make them
look plucky? One would be just as sensible as the other. What right have
they to torment and disfigure God's creatures?"

Sir Oliver, though he was so gentle, was a fiery old fellow, and what he
said was all so new to me, and so dreadful, that I found a bitter feeling
toward men rise up in my mind that I never had before. Of course Ginger
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was very much excited; she flung up her head with flashing eyes and
distended nostrils, declaring that men were both brutes and blockheads.

"Who talks about blockheads?" said Merrylegs, who just came up from the
old apple-tree, where he had been rubbing himself against the low branch.
"Who talks about blockheads? I believe that is a bad word."

"Bad words were made for bad things," said Ginger, and she told him what
Sir Oliver had said.

"It is all true," said Merrylegs sadly, "and I've seen that about the dogs over
and over again where I lived first; but we won't talk about it here. You
know that master, and John and James are always good to us, and talking
against men in such a place as this doesn't seem fair or grateful, and you
know there are good masters and good grooms beside ours, though of
course ours are the best."

This wise speech of good little Merrylegs, which we knew was quite true,
cooled us all down, especially Sir Oliver, who was dearly fond of his
master; and to turn the subject I said, "Can any one tell me the use of
blinkers?"

"No!" said Sir Oliver shortly, "because they are no use."

"They are supposed," said Justice, the roan cob, in his calm way, "to
prevent horses from shying and starting, and getting so frightened as to
cause accidents."

"Then what is the reason they do not put them on riding horses; especially
on ladies' horses?" said I.

"There is no reason at all," said he quietly, "except the fashion; they say
that a horse would be so frightened to see the wheels of his own cart or
carriage coming behind him that he would be sure to run away, although of
course when he is ridden he sees them all about him if the streets are
crowded. I admit they do sometimes come too close to be pleasant, but we
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don't run away; we are used to it, and understand it, and if we never had
blinkers put on we should never want them; we should see what was there,
and know what was what, and be much less frightened than by only seeing
bits of things that we can't understand. Of course there may be some
nervous horses who have been hurt or frightened when they were young,
who may be the better for them; but as I never was nervous, I can't judge."

"I consider," said Sir Oliver, "that blinkers are dangerous things in the
night; we horses can see much better in the dark than men can, and many
an accident would never have happened if horses might have had the full
use of their eyes. Some years ago, I remember, there was a hearse with two
horses returning one dark night, and just by Farmer Sparrow's house, where
the pond is close to the road, the wheels went too near the edge, and the
hearse was overturned into the water; both the horses were drowned, and
the driver hardly escaped. Of course after this accident a stout white rail
was put up that might be easily seen, but if those horses had not been partly
blinded, they would of themselves have kept further from the edge, and no
accident would have happened. When our master's carriage was overturned,
before you came here, it was said that if the lamp on the left side had not
gone out, John would have seen the great hole that the road-makers had
left; and so he might, but if old Colin had not had blinkers on he would
have seen it, lamp or no lamp, for he was far too knowing an old horse to
run into danger. As it was, he was very much hurt, the carriage was broken,
and how John escaped nobody knew."

"I should say," said Ginger, curling her nostril, "that these men, who are so
wise, had better give orders that in the future all foals should be born with
their eyes set just in the middle of their foreheads, instead of on the side;
they always think they can improve upon nature and mend what God has
made."

Things were getting rather sore again, when Merrylegs held up his knowing
little face and said, "I'll tell you a secret: I believe John does not approve of
blinkers; I heard him talking with master about it one day. The master said
that 'if horses had been used to them, it might be dangerous in some cases
to leave them off'; and John said he thought it would be a good thing if all
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colts were broken in without blinkers, as was the case in some foreign
countries. So let us cheer up, and have a run to the other end of the orchard;
I believe the wind has blown down some apples, and we might just as well
eat them as the slugs."

Merrylegs could not be resisted, so we broke off our long conversation, and
got up our spirits by munching some very sweet apples which lay scattered
on the grass.

11 Plain Speaking

The longer I lived at Birtwick the more proud and happy I felt at having
such a place. Our master and mistress were respected and beloved by all
who knew them; they were good and kind to everybody and everything; not
only men and women, but horses and donkeys, dogs and cats, cattle and
birds; there was no oppressed or ill-used creature that had not a friend in
them, and their servants took the same tone. If any of the village children
were known to treat any creature cruelly they soon heard about it from the
Hall.

The squire and Farmer Grey had worked together, as they said, for more
than twenty years to get check-reins on the cart-horses done away with, and
in our parts you seldom saw them; and sometimes, if mistress met a heavily
laden horse with his head strained up she would stop the carriage and get
out, and reason with the driver in her sweet serious voice, and try to show
him how foolish and cruel it was.

I don't think any man could withstand our mistress. I wish all ladies were
like her. Our master, too, used to come down very heavy sometimes. I
remember he was riding me toward home one morning when we saw a
powerful man driving toward us in a light pony chaise, with a beautiful
little bay pony, with slender legs and a high-bred sensitive head and face.
Just as he came to the park gates the little thing turned toward them; the
man, without word or warning, wrenched the creature's head round with
such a force and suddenness that he nearly threw it on its haunches.
Recovering itself it was going on, when he began to lash it furiously. The
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pony plunged forward, but the strong, heavy hand held the pretty creature
back with force almost enough to break its jaw, while the whip still cut into
him. It was a dreadful sight to me, for I knew what fearful pain it gave that
delicate little mouth; but master gave me the word, and we were up with
him in a second.

"Sawyer," he cried in a stern voice, "is that pony made of flesh and blood?"

"Flesh and blood and temper," he said; "he's too fond of his own will, and
that won't suit me." He spoke as if he was in a strong passion. He was a
builder who had often been to the park on business.

"And do you think," said master sternly, "that treatment like this will make
him fond of your will?"

"He had no business to make that turn; his road was straight on!" said the
man roughly.

"You have often driven that pony up to my place," said master; "it only
shows the creature's memory and intelligence; how did he know that you
were not going there again? But that has little to do with it. I must say, Mr.
Sawyer, that a more unmanly, brutal treatment of a little pony it was never
my painful lot to witness, and by giving way to such passion you injure
your own character as much, nay more, than you injure your horse; and
remember, we shall all have to be judged according to our works, whether
they be toward man or toward beast."

Master rode me home slowly, and I could tell by his voice how the thing
had grieved him. He was just as free to speak to gentlemen of his own rank
as to those below him; for another day, when we were out, we met a
Captain Langley, a friend of our master's; he was driving a splendid pair of
grays in a kind of break. After a little conversation the captain said:

"What do you think of my new team, Mr. Douglas? You know, you are the
judge of horses in these parts, and I should like your opinion."
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The master backed me a little, so as to get a good view of them. "They are
an uncommonly handsome pair," he said, "and if they are as good as they
look I am sure you need not wish for anything better; but I see you still
hold that pet scheme of yours for worrying your horses and lessening their
power."

"What do you mean," said the other, "the check-reins? Oh, ah! I know that's
a hobby of yours; well, the fact is, I like to see my horses hold their heads
up."

"So do I," said master, "as well as any man, but I don't like to see them held
up; that takes all the shine out of it. Now, you are a military man, Langley,
and no doubt like to see your regiment look well on parade, 'heads up', and
all that; but you would not take much credit for your drill if all your men
had their heads tied to a backboard! It might not be much harm on parade,
except to worry and fatigue them; but how would it be in a bayonet charge
against the enemy, when they want the free use of every muscle, and all
their strength thrown forward? I would not give much for their chance of
victory. And it is just the same with horses: you fret and worry their
tempers, and decrease their power; you will not let them throw their weight
against their work, and so they have to do too much with their joints and
muscles, and of course it wears them up faster. You may depend upon it,
horses were intended to have their heads free, as free as men's are; and if
we could act a little more according to common sense, and a good deal less
according to fashion, we should find many things work easier; besides, you
know as well as I that if a horse makes a false step, he has much less chance
of recovering himself if his head and neck are fastened back. And now,"
said the master, laughing, "I have given my hobby a good trot out, can't you
make up your mind to mount him, too, captain? Your example would go a
long way."

"I believe you are right in theory," said the other, "and that's rather a hard
hit about the soldiers; but--well--I'll think about it," and so they parted.

12 A Stormy Day
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One day late in the autumn my master had a long journey to go on business.
I was put into the dog-cart, and John went with his master. I always liked to
go in the dog-cart, it was so light and the high wheels ran along so
pleasantly. There had been a great deal of rain, and now the wind was very
high and blew the dry leaves across the road in a shower. We went along
merrily till we came to the toll-bar and the low wooden bridge. The river
banks were rather high, and the bridge, instead of rising, went across just
level, so that in the middle, if the river was full, the water would be nearly
up to the woodwork and planks; but as there were good substantial rails on
each side, people did not mind it.

The man at the gate said the river was rising fast, and he feared it would be
a bad night. Many of the meadows were under water, and in one low part of
the road the water was halfway up to my knees; the bottom was good, and
master drove gently, so it was no matter.

When we got to the town of course I had a good bait, but as the master's
business engaged him a long time we did not start for home till rather late
in the afternoon. The wind was then much higher, and I heard the master
say to John that he had never been out in such a storm; and so I thought, as
we went along the skirts of a wood, where the great branches were swaying
about like twigs, and the rushing sound was terrible.

"I wish we were well out of this wood," said my master.

"Yes, sir," said John, "it would be rather awkward if one of these branches
came down upon us."

The words were scarcely out of his mouth when there was a groan, and a
crack, and a splitting sound, and tearing, crashing down among the other
trees came an oak, torn up by the roots, and it fell right across the road just
before us. I will never say I was not frightened, for I was. I stopped still,
and I believe I trembled; of course I did not turn round or run away; I was
not brought up to that. John jumped out and was in a moment at my head.

"That was a very near touch," said my master. "What's to be done now?"
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"Well, sir, we can't drive over that tree, nor yet get round it; there will be
nothing for it, but to go back to the four crossways, and that will be a good
six miles before we get round to the wooden bridge again; it will make us
late, but the horse is fresh."

So back we went and round by the crossroads, but by the time we got to the
bridge it was very nearly dark; we could just see that the water was over the
middle of it; but as that happened sometimes when the floods were out,
master did not stop. We were going along at a good pace, but the moment
my feet touched the first part of the bridge I felt sure there was something
wrong. I dare not go forward, and I made a dead stop. "Go on, Beauty,"
said my master, and he gave me a touch with the whip, but I dare not stir;
he gave me a sharp cut; I jumped, but I dare not go forward.

"There's something wrong, sir," said John, and he sprang out of the dog-cart
and came to my head and looked all about. He tried to lead me forward.
"Come on, Beauty, what's the matter?" Of course I could not tell him, but I
knew very well that the bridge was not safe.

Just then the man at the toll-gate on the other side ran out of the house,
tossing a torch about like one mad.

"Hoy, hoy, hoy! halloo! stop!" he cried.

"What's the matter?" shouted my master.

"The bridge is broken in the middle, and part of it is carried away; if you
come on you'll be into the river."

"Thank God!" said my master. "You Beauty!" said John, and took the
bridle and gently turned me round to the right-hand road by the river side.
The sun had set some time; the wind seemed to have lulled off after that
furious blast which tore up the tree. It grew darker and darker, stiller and
stiller. I trotted quietly along, the wheels hardly making a sound on the soft
road. For a good while neither master nor John spoke, and then master
began in a serious voice. I could not understand much of what they said,
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but I found they thought, if I had gone on as the master wanted me, most
likely the bridge would have given way under us, and horse, chaise, master,
and man would have fallen into the river; and as the current was flowing
very strongly, and there was no light and no help at hand, it was more than
likely we should all have been drowned. Master said, God had given men
reason, by which they could find out things for themselves; but he had
given animals knowledge which did not depend on reason, and which was
much more prompt and perfect in its way, and by which they had often
saved the lives of men. John had many stories to tell of dogs and horses,
and the wonderful things they had done; he thought people did not value
their animals half enough nor make friends of them as they ought to do. I
am sure he makes friends of them if ever a man did.

At last we came to the park gates and found the gardener looking out for us.
He said that mistress had been in a dreadful way ever since dark, fearing
some accident had happened, and that she had sent James off on Justice, the
roan cob, toward the wooden bridge to make inquiry after us.

We saw a light at the hall-door and at the upper windows, and as we came
up mistress ran out, saying, "Are you really safe, my dear? Oh! I have been
so anxious, fancying all sorts of things. Have you had no accident?"

"No, my dear; but if your Black Beauty had not been wiser than we were
we should all have been carried down the river at the wooden bridge." I
heard no more, as they went into the house, and John took me to the stable.
Oh, what a good supper he gave me that night, a good bran mash and some
crushed beans with my oats, and such a thick bed of straw! and I was glad
of it, for I was tired.

13 The Devil's Trade Mark

One day when John and I had been out on some business of our master's,
and were returning gently on a long, straight road, at some distance we saw
a boy trying to leap a pony over a gate; the pony would not take the leap,
and the boy cut him with the whip, but he only turned off on one side. He
whipped him again, but the pony turned off on the other side. Then the boy
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got off and gave him a hard thrashing, and knocked him about the head;
then he got up again and tried to make him leap the gate, kicking him all
the time shamefully, but still the pony refused. When we were nearly at the
spot the pony put down his head and threw up his heels, and sent the boy
neatly over into a broad quickset hedge, and with the rein dangling from his
head he set off home at a full gallop. John laughed out quite loud. "Served
him right," he said.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the boy as he struggled about among the thorns; "I say,
come and help me out."

"Thank ye," said John, "I think you are quite in the right place, and maybe a
little scratching will teach you not to leap a pony over a gate that is too high
for him," and so with that John rode off. "It may be," said he to himself,
"that young fellow is a liar as well as a cruel one; we'll just go home by
Farmer Bushby's, Beauty, and then if anybody wants to know you and I can
tell 'em, ye see." So we turned off to the right, and soon came up to the
stack-yard, and within sight of the house. The farmer was hurrying out into
the road, and his wife was standing at the gate, looking very frightened.

"Have you seen my boy?" said Mr. Bushby as we came up; "he went out an
hour ago on my black pony, and the creature is just come back without a
rider."

"I should think, sir," said John, "he had better be without a rider, unless he
can be ridden properly."

"What do you mean?" said the farmer.

"Well, sir, I saw your son whipping, and kicking, and knocking that good
little pony about shamefully because he would not leap a gate that was too
high for him. The pony behaved well, sir, and showed no vice; but at last he
just threw up his heels and tipped the young gentleman into the thorn
hedge. He wanted me to help him out, but I hope you will excuse me, sir, I
did not feel inclined to do so. There's no bones broken, sir; he'll only get a
few scratches. I love horses, and it riles me to see them badly used; it is a
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bad plan to aggravate an animal till he uses his heels; the first time is not
always the last."

During this time the mother began to cry, "Oh, my poor Bill, I must go and
meet him; he must be hurt."

"You had better go into the house, wife," said the farmer; "Bill wants a
lesson about this, and I must see that he gets it; this is not the first time, nor
the second, that he has ill-used that pony, and I shall stop it. I am much
obliged to you, Manly. Good-evening."

So we went on, John chuckling all the way home; then he told James about
it, who laughed and said, "Serve him right. I knew that boy at school; he
took great airs on himself because he was a farmer's son; he used to
swagger about and bully the little boys. Of course, we elder ones would not
have any of that nonsense, and let him know that in the school and the
playground farmers' sons and laborers' sons were all alike. I well remember
one day, just before afternoon school, I found him at the large window
catching flies and pulling off their wings. He did not see me and I gave him
a box on the ears that laid him sprawling on the floor. Well, angry as I was,
I was almost frightened, he roared and bellowed in such a style. The boys
rushed in from the playground, and the master ran in from the road to see
who was being murdered. Of course I said fair and square at once what I
had done, and why; then I showed the master the flies, some crushed and
some crawling about helpless, and I showed him the wings on the window
sill. I never saw him so angry before; but as Bill was still howling and
whining, like the coward that he was, he did not give him any more
punishment of that kind, but set him up on a stool for the rest of the
afternoon, and said that he should not go out to play for that week. Then he
talked to all the boys very seriously about cruelty, and said how
hard-hearted and cowardly it was to hurt the weak and the helpless; but
what stuck in my mind was this, he said that cruelty was the devil's own
trade-mark, and if we saw any one who took pleasure in cruelty we might
know who he belonged to, for the devil was a murderer from the beginning,
and a tormentor to the end. On the other hand, where we saw people who
loved their neighbors, and were kind to man and beast, we might know that
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was God's mark."

"Your master never taught you a truer thing," said John; "there is no
religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their
religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast
it is all a sham--all a sham, James, and it won't stand when things come to
be turned inside out."

14 James Howard

Early one morning in December John had just led me into my box after my
daily exercise, and was strapping my cloth on and James was coming in
from the corn chamber with some oats, when the master came into the
stable. He looked rather serious, and held an open letter in his hand. John
fastened the door of my box, touched his cap, and waited for orders.

"Good-morning, John," said the master. "I want to know if you have any
complaint to make of James."

"Complaint, sir? No, sir."

"Is he industrious at his work and respectful to you?"

"Yes, sir, always."

"You never find he slights his work when your back is turned?"

"Never, sir."

"That's well; but I must put another question. Have you no reason to
suspect, when he goes out with the horses to exercise them or to take a
message, that he stops about talking to his acquaintances, or goes into
houses where he has no business, leaving the horses outside?"

"No, sir, certainly not; and if anybody has been saying that about James, I
don't believe it, and I don't mean to believe it unless I have it fairly proved
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before witnesses; it's not for me to say who has been trying to take away
James' character, but I will say this, sir, that a steadier, pleasanter, honester,
smarter young fellow I never had in this stable. I can trust his word and I
can trust his work; he is gentle and clever with the horses, and I would
rather have them in charge with him than with half the young fellows I
know of in laced hats and liveries; and whoever wants a character of James
Howard," said John, with a decided jerk of his head, "let them come to John
Manly."

The master stood all this time grave and attentive, but as John finished his
speech a broad smile spread over his face, and looking kindly across at
James, who all this time had stood still at the door, he said, "James, my lad,
set down the oats and come here; I am very glad to find that John's opinion
of your character agrees so exactly with my own. John is a cautious man,"
he said, with a droll smile, "and it is not always easy to get his opinion
about people, so I thought if I beat the bush on this side the birds would fly
out, and I should learn what I wanted to know quickly; so now we will
come to business. I have a letter from my brother-in-law, Sir Clifford
Williams, of Clifford Hall. He wants me to find him a trustworthy young
groom, about twenty or twenty-one, who knows his business. His old
coachman, who has lived with him thirty years, is getting feeble, and he
wants a man to work with him and get into his ways, who would be able,
when the old man was pensioned off, to step into his place. He would have
eighteen shillings a week at first, a stable suit, a driving suit, a bedroom
over the coachhouse, and a boy under him. Sir Clifford is a good master,
and if you could get the place it would be a good start for you. I don't want
to part with you, and if you left us I know John would lose his right hand."

"That I should, sir," said John, "but I would not stand in his light for the
world."

"How old are you, James?" said master.

"Nineteen next May, sir."

"That's young; what do you think, John?"

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"Well, sir, it is young; but he is as steady as a man, and is strong, and well
grown, and though he has not had much experience in driving, he has a
light firm hand and a quick eye, and he is very careful, and I am quite sure
no horse of his will be ruined for want of having his feet and shoes looked
after."

"Your word will go the furthest, John," said the master, "for Sir Clifford
adds in a postscript, 'If I could find a man trained by your John I should like
him better than any other;' so, James, lad, think it over, talk to your mother
at dinner-time, and then let me know what you wish."

In a few days after this conversation it was fully settled that James should
go to Clifford Hall, in a month or six weeks, as it suited his master, and in
the meantime he was to get all the practice in driving that could be given to
him. I never knew the carriage to go out so often before; when the mistress
did not go out the master drove himself in the two-wheeled chaise; but
now, whether it was master or the young ladies, or only an errand, Ginger
and I were put in the carriage and James drove us. At the first John rode
with him on the box, telling him this and that, and after that James drove
alone.

Then it was wonderful what a number of places the master would go to in

the city on Saturday, and what queer streets we were driven through. He
was sure to go to the railway station just as the train was coming in, and
cabs and carriages, carts and omnibuses were all trying to get over the
bridge together; that bridge wanted good horses and good drivers when the
railway bell was ringing, for it was narrow, and there was a very sharp turn
up to the station, where it would not have been at all difficult for people to
run into each other, if they did not look sharp and keep their wits about
them.

15 The Old Hostler

After this it was decided by my master and mistress to pay a visit to some
friends who lived about forty-six miles from our home, and James was to
drive them. The first day we traveled thirty-two miles. There were some
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long, heavy hills, but James drove so carefully and thoughtfully that we
were not at all harassed. He never forgot to put on the brake as we went
downhill, nor to take it off at the right place. He kept our feet on the
smoothest part of the road, and if the uphill was very long, he set the
carriage wheels a little across the road, so as not to run back, and gave us a
breathing. All these little things help a horse very much, particularly if he
gets kind words into the bargain.

We stopped once or twice on the road, and just as the sun was going down
we reached the town where we were to spend the night. We stopped at the
principal hotel, which was in the market-place; it was a very large one; we
drove under an archway into a long yard, at the further end of which were
the stables and coachhouses. Two hostlers came to take us out. The head
hostler was a pleasant, active little man, with a crooked leg, and a yellow
striped waistcoat. I never saw a man unbuckle harness so quickly as he did,
and with a pat and a good word he led me to a long stable, with six or eight
stalls in it, and two or three horses. The other man brought Ginger; James
stood by while we were rubbed down and cleaned.

I never was cleaned so lightly and quickly as by that little old man. When
he had done James stepped up and felt me over, as if he thought I could not
be thoroughly done, but he found my coat as clean and smooth as silk.

"Well," he said, "I thought I was pretty quick, and our John quicker still,
but you do beat all I ever saw for being quick and thorough at the same
time."

"Practice makes perfect," said the crooked little hostler, "and 'twould be a
pity if it didn't; forty years' practice, and not perfect! ha, ha! that would be a
pity; and as to being quick, why, bless you! that is only a matter of habit; if
you get into the habit of being quick it is just as easy as being slow; easier,
I should say; in fact it don't agree with my health to be hulking about over a
job twice as long as it need take. Bless you! I couldn't whistle if I crawled
over my work as some folks do! You see, I have been about horses ever
since I was twelve years old, in hunting stables, and racing stables; and
being small, ye see, I was jockey for several years; but at the Goodwood, ye
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see, the turf was very slippery and my poor Larkspur got a fall, and I broke
my knee, and so of course I was of no more use there. But I could not live
without horses, of course I couldn't, so I took to the hotels. And I can tell ye
it is a downright pleasure to handle an animal like this, well-bred,
well-mannered, well-cared-for; bless ye! I can tell how a horse is treated.
Give me the handling of a horse for twenty minutes, and I'll tell you what
sort of a groom he has had. Look at this one, pleasant, quiet, turns about
just as you want him, holds up his feet to be cleaned out, or anything else
you please to wish; then you'll find another fidgety, fretty, won't move the
right way, or starts across the stall, tosses up his head as soon as you come
near him, lays his ears, and seems afraid of you; or else squares about at
you with his heels. Poor things! I know what sort of treatment they have
had. If they are timid it makes them start or shy; if they are high-mettled it
makes them vicious or dangerous; their tempers are mostly made when they
are young. Bless you! they are like children, train 'em up in the way they
should go, as the good book says, and when they are old they will not
depart from it, if they have a chance."

"I like to hear you talk," said James, "that's the way we lay it down at home,
at our master's."

"Who is your master, young man? if it be a proper question. I should judge

he is a good one, from what I see."

"He is Squire Gordon, of Birtwick Park, the other side the Beacon Hills,"
said James.

"Ah! so, so, I have heard tell of him; fine judge of horses, ain't he? the best
rider in the county."

"I believe he is," said James, "but he rides very little now, since the poor
young master was killed."

"Ah! poor gentleman; I read all about it in the paper at the time. A fine
horse killed, too, wasn't there?"
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"Yes," said James; "he was a splendid creature, brother to this one, and just
like him."

"Pity! pity!" said the old man; "'twas a bad place to leap, if I remember; a
thin fence at top, a steep bank down to the stream, wasn't it? No chance for
a horse to see where he is going. Now, I am for bold riding as much as any
man, but still there are some leaps that only a very knowing old huntsman
has any right to take. A man's life and a horse's life are worth more than a
fox's tail; at least, I should say they ought to be."

During this time the other man had finished Ginger and had brought our
corn, and James and the old man left the stable together.

16 The Fire

Later on in the evening a traveler's horse was brought in by the second

hostler, and while he was cleaning him a young man with a pipe in his
mouth lounged into the stable to gossip.

"I say, Towler," said the hostler, "just run up the ladder into the loft and put
some hay down into this horse's rack, will you? only lay down your pipe."

"All right," said the other, and went up through the trapdoor; and I heard
him step across the floor overhead and put down the hay. James came in to
look at us the last thing, and then the door was locked.

I cannot say how long I had slept, nor what time in the night it was, but I
woke up very uncomfortable, though I hardly knew why. I got up; the air
seemed all thick and choking. I heard Ginger coughing and one of the other
horses seemed very restless; it was quite dark, and I could see nothing, but
the stable seemed full of smoke, and I hardly knew how to breathe.

The trapdoor had been left open, and I thought that was the place it came
through. I listened, and heard a soft rushing sort of noise and a low
crackling and snapping. I did not know what it was, but there was
something in the sound so strange that it made me tremble all over. The
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other horses were all awake; some were pulling at their halters, others
stamping.

At last I heard steps outside, and the hostler who had put up the traveler's
horse burst into the stable with a lantern, and began to untie the horses, and
try to lead them out; but he seemed in such a hurry and so frightened
himself that he frightened me still more. The first horse would not go with
him; he tried the second and third, and they too would not stir. He came to
me next and tried to drag me out of the stall by force; of course that was no
use. He tried us all by turns and then left the stable.

No doubt we were very foolish, but danger seemed to be all round, and
there was nobody we knew to trust in, and all was strange and uncertain.
The fresh air that had come in through the open door made it easier to
breathe, but the rushing sound overhead grew louder, and as I looked
upward through the bars of my empty rack I saw a red light flickering on
the wall. Then I heard a cry of "Fire!" outside, and the old hostler quietly
and quickly came in; he got one horse out, and went to another, but the
flames were playing round the trapdoor, and the roaring overhead was
dreadful.

The next thing I heard was James' voice, quiet and cheery, as it always was.

"Come, my beauties, it is time for us to be off, so wake up and come

along." I stood nearest the door, so he came to me first, patting me as he
came in.

"Come, Beauty, on with your bridle, my boy, we'll soon be out of this
smother." It was on in no time; then he took the scarf off his neck, and tied
it lightly over my eyes, and patting and coaxing he led me out of the stable.
Safe in the yard, he slipped the scarf off my eyes, and shouted, "Here
somebody! take this horse while I go back for the other."

A tall, broad man stepped forward and took me, and James darted back into
the stable. I set up a shrill whinny as I saw him go. Ginger told me
afterward that whinny was the best thing I could have done for her, for had
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she not heard me outside she would never have had courage to come out.

There was much confusion in the yard; the horses being got out of other
stables, and the carriages and gigs being pulled out of houses and sheds,
lest the flames should spread further. On the other side the yard windows
were thrown up, and people were shouting all sorts of things; but I kept my
eye fixed on the stable door, where the smoke poured out thicker than ever,
and I could see flashes of red light; presently I heard above all the stir and
din a loud, clear voice, which I knew was master's:

"James Howard! James Howard! Are you there?" There was no answer, but
I heard a crash of something falling in the stable, and the next moment I
gave a loud, joyful neigh, for I saw James coming through the smoke
leading Ginger with him; she was coughing violently, and he was not able
to speak.

"My brave lad!" said master, laying his hand on his shoulder, "are you
hurt?"

James shook his head, for he could not yet speak.

"Ay," said the big man who held me; "he is a brave lad, and no mistake."

"And now," said master, "when you have got your breath, James, we'll get
out of this place as quickly as we can," and we were moving toward the
entry, when from the market-place there came a sound of galloping feet and
loud rumbling wheels.

"'Tis the fire-engine! the fire-engine!" shouted two or three voices, "stand
back, make way!" and clattering and thundering over the stones two horses
dashed into the yard with a heavy engine behind them. The firemen leaped
to the ground; there was no need to ask where the fire was--it was rolling
up in a great blaze from the roof.

We got out as fast as we could into the broad quiet market-place; the stars
were shining, and except the noise behind us, all was still. Master led the
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way to a large hotel on the other side, and as soon as the hostler came, he
said, "James, I must now hasten to your mistress; I trust the horses entirely
to you, order whatever you think is needed," and with that he was gone.
The master did not run, but I never saw mortal man walk so fast as he did
that night.

There was a dreadful sound before we got into our stalls--the shrieks of
those poor horses that were left burning to death in the stable--it was very
terrible! and made both Ginger and me feel very bad. We, however, were
taken in and well done by.

The next morning the master came to see how we were and to speak to
James. I did not hear much, for the hostler was rubbing me down, but I
could see that James looked very happy, and I thought the master was
proud of him. Our mistress had been so much alarmed in the night that the
journey was put off till the afternoon, so James had the morning on hand,
and went first to the inn to see about our harness and the carriage, and then
to hear more about the fire. When he came back we heard him tell the
hostler about it. At first no one could guess how the fire had been caused,
but at last a man said he saw Dick Towler go into the stable with a pipe in
his mouth, and when he came out he had not one, and went to the tap for
another. Then the under hostler said he had asked Dick to go up the ladder
to put down some hay, but told him to lay down his pipe first. Dick denied
taking the pipe with him, but no one believed him. I remember our John
Manly's rule, never to allow a pipe in the stable, and thought it ought to be
the rule everywhere.

James said the roof and floor had all fallen in, and that only the black walls
were standing; the two poor horses that could not be got out were buried
under the burnt rafters and tiles.

17 John Manly's Talk

The rest of our journey was very easy, and a little after sunset we reached
the house of my master's friend. We were taken into a clean, snug stable;
there was a kind coachman, who made us very comfortable, and who
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seemed to think a good deal of James when he heard about the fire.

"There is one thing quite clear, young man," he said, "your horses know
who they can trust; it is one of the hardest things in the world to get horses
out of a stable when there is either fire or flood. I don't know why they
won't come out, but they won't--not one in twenty."

We stopped two or three days at this place and then returned home. All
went well on the journey; we were glad to be in our own stable again, and
John was equally glad to see us.

Before he and James left us for the night James said, "I wonder who is
coming in my place."

"Little Joe Green at the lodge," said John.

"Little Joe Green! why, he's a child!"

"He is fourteen and a half," said John.

"But he is such a little chap!"

"Yes, he is small, but he is quick and willing, and kind-hearted, too, and
then he wishes very much to come, and his father would like it; and I know
the master would like to give him the chance. He said if I thought he would
not do he would look out for a bigger boy; but I said I was quite agreeable
to try him for six weeks."

"Six weeks!" said James; "why, it will be six months before he can be of
much use! It will make you a deal of work, John."

"Well," said John with a laugh, "work and I are very good friends; I never
was afraid of work yet."

"You are a very good man," said James. "I wish I may ever be like you."
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"I don't often speak of myself," said John, "but as you are going away from
us out into the world to shift for yourself I'll just tell you how I look on
these things. I was just as old as Joseph when my father and mother died of
the fever within ten days of each other, and left me and my cripple sister
Nelly alone in the world, without a relation that we could look to for help. I
was a farmer's boy, not earning enough to keep myself, much less both of
us, and she must have gone to the workhouse but for our mistress (Nelly
calls her her angel, and she has good right to do so). She went and hired a
room for her with old Widow Mallet, and she gave her knitting and
needlework when she was able to do it; and when she was ill she sent her
dinners and many nice, comfortable things, and was like a mother to her.
Then the master he took me into the stable under old Norman, the
coachman that was then. I had my food at the house and my bed in the loft,
and a suit of clothes, and three shillings a week, so that I could help Nelly.
Then there was Norman; he might have turned round and said at his age he
could not be troubled with a raw boy from the plow-tail, but he was like a
father to me, and took no end of pains with me. When the old man died
some years after I stepped into his place, and now of course I have top
wages, and can lay by for a rainy day or a sunny day, as it may happen, and
Nelly is as happy as a bird. So you see, James, I am not the man that should
turn up his nose at a little boy and vex a good, kind master. No, no! I shall
miss you very much, James, but we shall pull through, and there's nothing
like doing a kindness when 'tis put in your way, and I am glad I can do it."

"Then," said James, "you don't hold with that saying, 'Everybody look after
himself, and take care of number one'?"

"No, indeed," said John, "where should I and Nelly have been if master and
mistress and old Norman had only taken care of number one? Why, she in
the workhouse and I hoeing turnips! Where would Black Beauty and
Ginger have been if you had only thought of number one? why, roasted to
death! No, Jim, no! that is a selfish, heathenish saying, whoever uses it; and
any man who thinks he has nothing to do but take care of number one, why,
it's a pity but what he had been drowned like a puppy or a kitten, before he
got his eyes open; that's what I think," said John, with a very decided jerk
of his head.
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James laughed at this; but there was a thickness in his voice when he said,
"You have been my best friend except my mother; I hope you won't forget
me."

"No, lad, no!" said John, "and if ever I can do you a good turn I hope you
won't forget me."

The next day Joe came to the stables to learn all he could before James left.
He learned to sweep the stable, to bring in the straw and hay; he began to
clean the harness, and helped to wash the carriage. As he was quite too
short to do anything in the way of grooming Ginger and me, James taught
him upon Merrylegs, for he was to have full charge of him, under John. He
was a nice little bright fellow, and always came whistling to his work.

Merrylegs was a good deal put out at being "mauled about," as he said, "by
a boy who knew nothing;" but toward the end of the second week he told
me confidentially that he thought the boy would turn out well.

At last the day came when James had to leave us; cheerful as he always
was, he looked quite down-hearted that morning.

"You see," he said to John, "I am leaving a great deal behind; my mother
and Betsy, and you, and a good master and mistress, and then the horses,
and my old Merrylegs. At the new place there will not be a soul that I shall
know. If it were not that I shall get a higher place, and be able to help my
mother better, I don't think I should have made up my mind to it; it is a real
pinch, John."

"Ay, James, lad, so it is; but I should not think much of you if you could
leave your home for the first time and not feel it. Cheer up, you'll make
friends there; and if you get on well, as I am sure you will, it will be a fine
thing for your mother, and she will be proud enough that you have got into
such a good place as that."

So John cheered him up, but every one was sorry to lose James; as for
Merrylegs, he pined after him for several days, and went quite off his
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appetite. So John took him out several mornings with a leading rein, when
he exercised me, and, trotting and galloping by my side, got up the little
fellow's spirits again, and he was soon all right.

Joe's father would often come in and give a little help, as he understood the
work; and Joe took a great deal of pains to learn, and John was quite
encouraged about him.

18 Going for the Doctor

One night, a few days after James had left, I had eaten my hay and was
lying down in my straw fast asleep, when I was suddenly roused by the
stable bell ringing very loud. I heard the door of John's house open, and his
feet running up to the hall. He was back again in no time; he unlocked the
stable door, and came in, calling out, "Wake up, Beauty! You must go well
now, if ever you did;" and almost before I could think he had got the saddle
on my back and the bridle on my head. He just ran round for his coat, and
then took me at a quick trot up to the hall door. The squire stood there, with
a lamp in his hand.

"Now, John," he said, "ride for your life--that is, for your mistress' life;
there is not a moment to lose. Give this note to Dr. White; give your horse a
rest at the inn, and be back as soon as you can."

John said, "Yes, sir," and was on my back in a minute. The gardener who
lived at the lodge had heard the bell ring, and was ready with the gate open,
and away we went through the park, and through the village, and down the
hill till we came to the toll-gate. John called very loud and thumped upon
the door; the man was soon out and flung open the gate.

"Now," said John, "do you keep the gate open for the doctor; here's the
money," and off he went again.

There was before us a long piece of level road by the river side; John said
to me, "Now, Beauty, do your best," and so I did; I wanted no whip nor
spur, and for two miles I galloped as fast as I could lay my feet to the
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ground; I don't believe that my old grandfather, who won the race at
Newmarket, could have gone faster. When we came to the bridge John
pulled me up a little and patted my neck. "Well done, Beauty! good old
fellow," he said. He would have let me go slower, but my spirit was up, and
I was off again as fast as before. The air was frosty, the moon was bright; it
was very pleasant. We came through a village, then through a dark wood,
then uphill, then downhill, till after eight miles' run we came to the town,
through the streets and into the market-place. It was all quite still except the
clatter of my feet on the stones--everybody was asleep. The church clock
struck three as we drew up at Dr. White's door. John rang the bell twice,
and then knocked at the door like thunder. A window was thrown up, and
Dr. White, in his nightcap, put his head out and said, "What do you want?"

"Mrs. Gordon is very ill, sir; master wants you to go at once; he thinks she
will die if you cannot get there. Here is a note."

"Wait," he said, "I will come."

He shut the window, and was soon at the door.

"The worst of it is," he said, "that my horse has been out all day and is quite
done up; my son has just been sent for, and he has taken the other. What is
to be done? Can I have your horse?"

"He has come at a gallop nearly all the way, sir, and I was to give him a rest
here; but I think my master would not be against it, if you think fit, sir."

"All right," he said; "I will soon be ready."

John stood by me and stroked my neck; I was very hot. The doctor came
out with his riding-whip.

"You need not take that, sir," said John; "Black Beauty will go till he drops.
Take care of him, sir, if you can; I should not like any harm to come to
him."
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"No, no, John," said the doctor, "I hope not," and in a minute we had left
John far behind.

I will not tell about our way back. The doctor was a heavier man than John,
and not so good a rider; however, I did my very best. The man at the
toll-gate had it open. When we came to the hill the doctor drew me up.
"Now, my good fellow," he said, "take some breath." I was glad he did, for
I was nearly spent, but that breathing helped me on, and soon we were in
the park. Joe was at the lodge gate; my master was at the hall door, for he
had heard us coming. He spoke not a word; the doctor went into the house
with him, and Joe led me to the stable. I was glad to get home; my legs
shook under me, and I could only stand and pant. I had not a dry hair on my
body, the water ran down my legs, and I steamed all over, Joe used to say,
like a pot on the fire. Poor Joe! he was young and small, and as yet he knew
very little, and his father, who would have helped him, had been sent to the
next village; but I am sure he did the very best he knew. He rubbed my legs
and my chest, but he did not put my warm cloth on me; he thought I was so
hot I should not like it. Then he gave me a pailful of water to drink; it was
cold and very good, and I drank it all; then he gave me some hay and some
corn, and thinking he had done right, he went away. Soon I began to shake
and tremble, and turned deadly cold; my legs ached, my loins ached, and
my chest ached, and I felt sore all over. Oh! how I wished for my warm,
thick cloth, as I stood and trembled. I wished for John, but he had eight
miles to walk, so I lay down in my straw and tried to go to sleep. After a
long while I heard John at the door; I gave a low moan, for I was in great
pain. He was at my side in a moment, stooping down by me. I could not tell
him how I felt, but he seemed to know it all; he covered me up with two or
three warm cloths, and then ran to the house for some hot water; he made
me some warm gruel, which I drank, and then I think I went to sleep.

John seemed to be very much put out. I heard him say to himself over and
over again, "Stupid boy! stupid boy! no cloth put on, and I dare say the
water was cold, too; boys are no good;" but Joe was a good boy, after all.

I was now very ill; a strong inflammation had attacked my lungs, and I
could not draw my breath without pain. John nursed me night and day; he
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would get up two or three times in the night to come to me. My master, too,
often came to see me. "My poor Beauty," he said one day, "my good horse,
you saved your mistress' life, Beauty; yes, you saved her life." I was very
glad to hear that, for it seems the doctor had said if we had been a little
longer it would have been too late. John told my master he never saw a
horse go so fast in his life. It seemed as if the horse knew what was the
matter. Of course I did, though John thought not; at least I knew as much as
this--that John and I must go at the top of our speed, and that it was for the
sake of the mistress.

19 Only Ignorance

I do not know how long I was ill. Mr. Bond, the horse-doctor, came every
day. One day he bled me; John held a pail for the blood. I felt very faint
after it and thought I should die, and I believe they all thought so too.

Ginger and Merrylegs had been moved into the other stable, so that I might
be quiet, for the fever made me very quick of hearing; any little noise
seemed quite loud, and I could tell every one's footstep going to and from
the house. I knew all that was going on. One night John had to give me a
draught; Thomas Green came in to help him. After I had taken it and John
had made me as comfortable as he could, he said he should stay half an
hour to see how the medicine settled. Thomas said he would stay with him,
so they went and sat down on a bench that had been brought into
Merrylegs' stall, and put down the lantern at their feet, that I might not be
disturbed with the light.

For awhile both men sat silent, and then Tom Green said in a low voice:

"I wish, John, you'd say a bit of a kind word to Joe. The boy is quite
broken-hearted; he can't eat his meals, and he can't smile. He says he knows
it was all his fault, though he is sure he did the best he knew, and he says if
Beauty dies no one will ever speak to him again. It goes to my heart to hear
him. I think you might give him just a word; he is not a bad boy."
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After a short pause John said slowly, "You must not be too hard upon me,
Tom. I know he meant no harm, I never said he did; I know he is not a bad
boy. But you see, I am sore myself; that horse is the pride of my heart, to
say nothing of his being such a favorite with the master and mistress; and to
think that his life may be flung away in this manner is more than I can bear.
But if you think I am hard on the boy I will try to give him a good word
to-morrow--that is, I mean if Beauty is better."

"Well, John, thank you. I knew you did not wish to be too hard, and I am
glad you see it was only ignorance."

John's voice almost startled me as he answered:

"Only ignorance! only ignorance! how can you talk about only ignorance?
Don't you know that it is the worst thing in the world, next to
wickedness?--and which does the most mischief heaven only knows. If
people can say, 'Oh! I did not know, I did not mean any harm,' they think it
is all right. I suppose Martha Mulwash did not mean to kill that baby when
she dosed it with Dalby and soothing syrups; but she did kill it, and was
tried for manslaughter."

"And serve her right, too," said Tom. "A woman should not undertake to
nurse a tender little child without knowing what is good and what is bad for
it."

"Bill Starkey," continued John, "did not mean to frighten his brother into
fits when he dressed up like a ghost and ran after him in the moonlight; but
he did; and that bright, handsome little fellow, that might have been the
pride of any mother's heart is just no better than an idiot, and never will be,
if he lives to be eighty years old. You were a good deal cut up yourself,
Tom, two weeks ago, when those young ladies left your hothouse door
open, with a frosty east wind blowing right in; you said it killed a good
many of your plants."

"A good many!" said Tom; "there was not one of the tender cuttings that
was not nipped off. I shall have to strike all over again, and the worst of it
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is that I don't know where to go to get fresh ones. I was nearly mad when I
came in and saw what was done."

"And yet," said John, "I am sure the young ladies did not mean it; it was
only ignorance."

I heard no more of this conversation, for the medicine did well and sent me
to sleep, and in the morning I felt much better; but I often thought of John's
words when I came to know more of the world.

20 Joe Green

Joe Green went on very well; he learned quickly, and was so attentive and
careful that John began to trust him in many things; but as I have said, he
was small of his age, and it was seldom that he was allowed to exercise
either Ginger or me; but it so happened one morning that John was out with
Justice in the luggage cart, and the master wanted a note to be taken
immediately to a gentleman's house, about three miles distant, and sent his
orders for Joe to saddle me and take it, adding the caution that he was to
ride steadily.

The note was delivered, and we were quietly returning when we came to
the brick-field. Here we saw a cart heavily laden with bricks; the wheels
had stuck fast in the stiff mud of some deep ruts, and the carter was
shouting and flogging the two horses unmercifully. Joe pulled up. It was a
sad sight. There were the two horses straining and struggling with all their
might to drag the cart out, but they could not move it; the sweat streamed
from their legs and flanks, their sides heaved, and every muscle was
strained, while the man, fiercely pulling at the head of the fore horse, swore
and lashed most brutally.

"Hold hard," said Joe; "don't go on flogging the horses like that; the wheels
are so stuck that they cannot move the cart."

The man took no heed, but went on lashing.

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"Stop! pray stop!" said Joe. "I'll help you to lighten the cart; they can't
move it now."

"Mind your own business, you impudent young rascal, and I'll mind mine!"
The man was in a towering passion and the worse for drink, and laid on the
whip again. Joe turned my head, and the next moment we were going at a
round gallop toward the house of the master brick-maker. I cannot say if
John would have approved of our pace, but Joe and I were both of one
mind, and so angry that we could not have gone slower.

The house stood close by the roadside. Joe knocked at the door, and
shouted, "Halloo! Is Mr. Clay at home?" The door was opened, and Mr.
Clay himself came out.

"Halloo, young man! You seem in a hurry; any orders from the squire this
morning?"

"No, Mr. Clay, but there's a fellow in your brick-yard flogging two horses
to death. I told him to stop, and he wouldn't; I said I'd help him to lighten
the cart, and he wouldn't; so I have come to tell you. Pray, sir, go." Joe's
voice shook with excitement.

"Thank ye, my lad," said the man, running in for his hat; then pausing for a
moment, "Will you give evidence of what you saw if I should bring the
fellow up before a magistrate?"

"That I will," said Joe, "and glad too." The man was gone, and we were on
our way home at a smart trot.

"Why, what's the matter with you, Joe? You look angry all over," said John,
as the boy flung himself from the saddle.

"I am angry all over, I can tell you," said the boy, and then in hurried,
excited words he told all that had happened. Joe was usually such a quiet,
gentle little fellow that it was wonderful to see him so roused.
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"Right, Joe! you did right, my boy, whether the fellow gets a summons or
not. Many folks would have ridden by and said it was not their business to
interfere. Now I say that with cruelty and oppression it is everybody's
business to interfere when they see it; you did right, my boy."

Joe was quite calm by this time, and proud that John approved of him, and
cleaned out my feet and rubbed me down with a firmer hand than usual.

They were just going home to dinner when the footman came down to the
stable to say that Joe was wanted directly in master's private room; there
was a man brought up for ill-using horses, and Joe's evidence was wanted.
The boy flushed up to his forehead, and his eyes sparkled. "They shall have
it," said he.

"Put yourself a bit straight," said John. Joe gave a pull at his necktie and a
twitch at his jacket, and was off in a moment. Our master being one of the
county magistrates, cases were often brought to him to settle, or say what
should be done. In the stable we heard no more for some time, as it was the
men's dinner hour, but when Joe came next into the stable I saw he was in
high spirits; he gave me a good-natured slap, and said, "We won't see such
things done, will we, old fellow?" We heard afterward that he had given his
evidence so clearly, and the horses were in such an exhausted state, bearing
marks of such brutal usage, that the carter was committed to take his trial,
and might possibly be sentenced to two or three months in prison.

It was wonderful what a change had come over Joe. John laughed, and said
he had grown an inch taller in that week, and I believe he had. He was just
as kind and gentle as before, but there was more purpose and determination
in all that he did--as if he had jumped at once from a boy into a man.

21 The Parting

Now I had lived in this happy place three years, but sad changes were about
to come over us. We heard from time to time that our mistress was ill. The
doctor was often at the house, and the master looked grave and anxious.
Then we heard that she must leave her home at once, and go to a warm
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country for two or three years. The news fell upon the household like the
tolling of a deathbell. Everybody was sorry; but the master began directly
to make arrangements for breaking up his establishment and leaving
England. We used to hear it talked about in our stable; indeed, nothing else
was talked about.

John went about his work silent and sad, and Joe scarcely whistled. There
was a great deal of coming and going; Ginger and I had full work.

The first of the party who went were Miss Jessie and Flora, with their
governess. They came to bid us good-by. They hugged poor Merrylegs like
an old friend, and so indeed he was. Then we heard what had been arranged
for us. Master had sold Ginger and me to his old friend, the Earl of W----,
for he thought we should have a good place there. Merrylegs he had given
to the vicar, who was wanting a pony for Mrs. Blomefield, but it was on the
condition that he should never be sold, and that when he was past work he
should be shot and buried.

Joe was engaged to take care of him and to help in the house, so I thought
that Merrylegs was well off. John had the offer of several good places, but
he said he should wait a little and look round.

The evening before they left the master came into the stable to give some
directions, and to give his horses the last pat. He seemed very low-spirited;
I knew that by his voice. I believe we horses can tell more by the voice than
many men can.

"Have you decided what to do, John?" he said. "I find you have not
accepted either of those offers."

"No, sir; I have made up my mind that if I could get a situation with some
first-rate colt-breaker and horse-trainer, it would be the right thing for me.
Many young animals are frightened and spoiled by wrong treatment, which
need not be if the right man took them in hand. I always get on well with
horses, and if I could help some of them to a fair start I should feel as if I
was doing some good. What do you think of it, sir?"
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"I don't know a man anywhere," said master, "that I should think so suitable
for it as yourself. You understand horses, and somehow they understand
you, and in time you might set up for yourself; I think you could not do
better. If in any way I can help you, write to me. I shall speak to my agent
in London, and leave your character with him."

Master gave John the name and address, and then he thanked him for his
long and faithful service; but that was too much for John. "Pray, don't, sir, I
can't bear it; you and my dear mistress have done so much for me that I
could never repay it. But we shall never forget you, sir, and please God, we
may some day see mistress back again like herself; we must keep up hope,
sir." Master gave John his hand, but he did not speak, and they both left the
stable.

The last sad day had come; the footman and the heavy luggage had gone
off the day before, and there were only master and mistress and her maid.
Ginger and I brought the carriage up to the hall door for the last time. The
servants brought out cushions and rugs and many other things; and when all
were arranged master came down the steps carrying the mistress in his arms
(I was on the side next to the house, and could see all that went on); he
placed her carefully in the carriage, while the house servants stood round
crying.

"Good-by, again," he said; "we shall not forget any of you," and he got in.
"Drive on, John."

Joe jumped up, and we trotted slowly through the park and through the
village, where the people were standing at their doors to have a last look
and to say, "God bless them."

When we reached the railway station I think mistress walked from the
carriage to the waiting-room. I heard her say in her own sweet voice,
"Good-by, John. God bless you." I felt the rein twitch, but John made no
answer; perhaps he could not speak. As soon as Joe had taken the things out
of the carriage John called him to stand by the horses, while he went on the
platform. Poor Joe! he stood close up to our heads to hide his tears. Very
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soon the train came puffing up into the station; then two or three minutes,
and the doors were slammed to, the guard whistled, and the train glided
away, leaving behind it only clouds of white smoke and some very heavy
hearts.

When it was quite out of sight John came back.

"We shall never see her again," he said--"never." He took the reins,
mounted the box, and with Joe drove slowly home; but it was not our home
now.

Part II

22 Earlshall

The next morning after breakfast Joe put Merrylegs into the mistress' low
chaise to take him to the vicarage; he came first and said good-by to us, and
Merrylegs neighed to us from the yard. Then John put the saddle on Ginger
and the leading rein on me, and rode us across the country about fifteen
miles to Earlshall Park, where the Earl of W---- lived. There was a very fine
house and a great deal of stabling. We went into the yard through a stone
gateway, and John asked for Mr. York. It was some time before he came.
He was a fine-looking, middle-aged man, and his voice said at once that he
expected to be obeyed. He was very friendly and polite to John, and after
giving us a slight look he called a groom to take us to our boxes, and
invited John to take some refreshment.

We were taken to a light, airy stable, and placed in boxes adjoining each
other, where we were rubbed down and fed. In about half an hour John and
Mr. York, who was to be our new coachman, came in to see us.

"Now, Mr. Manly," he said, after carefully looking at us both, "I can see no
fault in these horses; but we all know that horses have their peculiarities as
well as men, and that sometimes they need different treatment. I should like
to know if there is anything particular in either of these that you would like
to mention."
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"Well," said John, "I don't believe there is a better pair of horses in the
country, and right grieved I am to part with them, but they are not alike.
The black one is the most perfect temper I ever knew; I suppose he has
never known a hard word or a blow since he was foaled, and all his
pleasure seems to be to do what you wish; but the chestnut, I fancy, must
have had bad treatment; we heard as much from the dealer. She came to us
snappish and suspicious, but when she found what sort of place ours was, it
all went off by degrees; for three years I have never seen the smallest sign
of temper, and if she is well treated there is not a better, more willing
animal than she is. But she is naturally a more irritable constitution than the
black horse; flies tease her more; anything wrong in the harness frets her
more; and if she were ill-used or unfairly treated she would not be unlikely
to give tit for tat. You know that many high-mettled horses will do so."

"Of course," said York, "I quite understand; but you know it is not easy in
stables like these to have all the grooms just what they should be. I do my
best, and there I must leave it. I'll remember what you have said about the
mare."

They were going out of the stable, when John stopped and said, "I had
better mention that we have never used the check-rein with either of them;
the black horse never had one on, and the dealer said it was the gag-bit that
spoiled the other's temper."

"Well," said York, "if they come here they must wear the check-rein. I
prefer a loose rein myself, and his lordship is always very reasonable about
horses; but my lady--that's another thing; she will have style, and if her
carriage horses are not reined up tight she wouldn't look at them. I always
stand out against the gag-bit, and shall do so, but it must be tight up when
my lady rides!"

"I am sorry for it, very sorry," said John; "but I must go now, or I shall lose
the train."

He came round to each of us to pat and speak to us for the last time; his
voice sounded very sad.
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I held my face close to him; that was all I could do to say good-by; and then
he was gone, and I have never seen him since.

The next day Lord W---- came to look at us; he seemed pleased with our
appearance.

"I have great confidence in these horses," he said, "from the character my
friend Mr. Gordon has given me of them. Of course they are not a match in
color, but my idea is that they will do very well for the carriage while we
are in the country. Before we go to London I must try to match Baron; the
black horse, I believe, is perfect for riding."

York then told him what John had said about us.

"Well," said he, "you must keep an eye to the mare, and put the check-rein
easy; I dare say they will do very well with a little humoring at first. I'll
mention it to your lady."

In the afternoon we were harnessed and put in the carriage, and as the
stable clock struck three we were led round to the front of the house. It was
all very grand, and three or four times as large as the old house at Birtwick,
but not half so pleasant, if a horse may have an opinion. Two footmen were
standing ready, dressed in drab livery, with scarlet breeches and white
stockings. Presently we heard the rustling sound of silk as my lady came
down the flight of stone steps. She stepped round to look at us; she was a
tall, proud-looking woman, and did not seem pleased about something, but
she said nothing, and got into the carriage. This was the first time of
wearing a check-rein, and I must say, though it certainly was a nuisance not
to be able to get my head down now and then, it did not pull my head
higher than I was accustomed to carry it. I felt anxious about Ginger, but
she seemed to be quiet and content.

The next day at three o'clock we were again at the door, and the footmen as
before; we heard the silk dress rustle and the lady came down the steps, and
in an imperious voice she said, "York, you must put those horses' heads
higher; they are not fit to be seen."
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York got down, and said very respectfully, "I beg your pardon, my lady, but
these horses have not been reined up for three years, and my lord said it
would be safer to bring them to it by degrees; but if your ladyship pleases I
can take them up a little more."

"Do so," she said.

York came round to our heads and shortened the rein himself--one hole, I
think; every little makes a difference, be it for better or worse, and that day
we had a steep hill to go up. Then I began to understand what I had heard
of. Of course, I wanted to put my head forward and take the carriage up
with a will, as we had been used to do; but no, I had to pull with my head
up now, and that took all the spirit out of me, and the strain came on my
back and legs. When we came in Ginger said, "Now you see what it is like;
but this is not bad, and if it does not get much worse than this I shall say
nothing about it, for we are very well treated here; but if they strain me up
tight, why, let 'em look out! I can't bear it, and I won't."

Day by day, hole by hole, our bearing reins were shortened, and instead of
looking forward with pleasure to having my harness put on, as I used to do,
I began to dread it. Ginger, too, seemed restless, though she said very little.
At last I thought the worst was over; for several days there was no more
shortening, and I determined to make the best of it and do my duty, though
it was now a constant harass instead of a pleasure; but the worst was not
come.

23 A Strike for Liberty

One day my lady came down later than usual, and the silk rustled more than
ever.

"Drive to the Duchess of B----'s," she said, and then after a pause, "Are you
never going to get those horses' heads up, York? Raise them at once and let
us have no more of this humoring and nonsense."
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York came to me first, while the groom stood at Ginger's head. He drew my
head back and fixed the rein so tight that it was almost intolerable; then he
went to Ginger, who was impatiently jerking her head up and down against
the bit, as was her way now. She had a good idea of what was coming, and
the moment York took the rein off the terret in order to shorten it she took
her opportunity and reared up so suddenly that York had his nose roughly
hit and his hat knocked off; the groom was nearly thrown off his legs. At
once they both flew to her head; but she was a match for them, and went on
plunging, rearing, and kicking in a most desperate manner. At last she
kicked right over the carriage pole and fell down, after giving me a severe
blow on my near quarter. There is no knowing what further mischief she
might have done had not York promptly sat himself down flat on her head
to prevent her struggling, at the same time calling out, "Unbuckle the black
horse! Run for the winch and unscrew the carriage pole! Cut the trace here,
somebody, if you can't unhitch it!" One of the footmen ran for the winch,
and another brought a knife from the house. The groom soon set me free
from Ginger and the carriage, and led me to my box. He just turned me in
as I was and ran back to York. I was much excited by what had happened,
and if I had ever been used to kick or rear I am sure I should have done it
then; but I never had, and there I stood, angry, sore in my leg, my head still
strained up to the terret on the saddle, and no power to get it down. I was
very miserable and felt much inclined to kick the first person who came
near me.

Before long, however, Ginger was led in by two grooms, a good deal
knocked about and bruised. York came with her and gave his orders, and
then came to look at me. In a moment he let down my head.

"Confound these check-reins!" he said to himself; "I thought we should

have some mischief soon. Master will be sorely vexed. But there, if a
woman's husband can't rule her of course a servant can't; so I wash my
hands of it, and if she can't get to the duchess' garden party I can't help it."

York did not say this before the men; he always spoke respectfully when
they were by. Now he felt me all over, and soon found the place above my
hock where I had been kicked. It was swelled and painful; he ordered it to
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be sponged with hot water, and then some lotion was put on.

Lord W---- was much put out when he learned what had happened; he
blamed York for giving way to his mistress, to which he replied that in
future he would much prefer to receive his orders only from his lordship;
but I think nothing came of it, for things went on the same as before. I
thought York might have stood up better for his horses, but perhaps I am no
judge.

Ginger was never put into the carriage again, but when she was well of her
bruises one of the Lord W----'s younger sons said he should like to have
her; he was sure she would make a good hunter. As for me, I was obliged
still to go in the carriage, and had a fresh partner called Max; he had always
been used to the tight rein. I asked him how it was he bore it.

"Well," he said, "I bear it because I must; but it is shortening my life, and it
will shorten yours too if you have to stick to it."

"Do you think," I said, "that our masters know how bad it is for us?"

"I can't say," he replied, "but the dealers and the horse-doctors know it very
well. I was at a dealer's once, who was training me and another horse to go
as a pair; he was getting our heads up, as he said, a little higher and a little
higher every day. A gentleman who was there asked him why he did so.
'Because,' said he, 'people won't buy them unless we do. The London
people always want their horses to carry their heads high and to step high.
Of course it is very bad for the horses, but then it is good for trade. The
horses soon wear up, or get diseased, and they come for another pair.'
That," said Max, "is what he said in my hearing, and you can judge for
yourself."

What I suffered with that rein for four long months in my lady's carriage it
would be hard to describe; but I am quite sure that, had it lasted much
longer, either my health or my temper would have given way. Before that, I
never knew what it was to foam at the mouth, but now the action of the
sharp bit on my tongue and jaw, and the constrained position of my head
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and throat, always caused me to froth at the mouth more or less. Some
people think it very fine to see this, and say, "What fine spirited creatures!"
But it is just as unnatural for horses as for men to foam at the mouth; it is a
sure sign of some discomfort, and should be attended to. Besides this, there
was a pressure on my windpipe, which often made my breathing very
uncomfortable; when I returned from my work my neck and chest were
strained and painful, my mouth and tongue tender, and I felt worn and
depressed.

In my old home I always knew that John and my master were my friends;
but here, although in many ways I was well treated, I had no friend. York
might have known, and very likely did know, how that rein harassed me;
but I suppose he took it as a matter of course that it could not be helped; at
any rate, nothing was done to relieve me.

24 The Lady Anne, or a Runaway Horse

Early in the spring, Lord W---- and part of his family went up to London,
and took York with them. I and Ginger and some other horses were left at
home for use, and the head groom was left in charge.

The Lady Harriet, who remained at the hall, was a great invalid, and never
went out in the carriage, and the Lady Anne preferred riding on horseback
with her brother or cousins. She was a perfect horsewoman, and as gay and
gentle as she was beautiful. She chose me for her horse, and named me
"Black Auster". I enjoyed these rides very much in the clear cold air,
sometimes with Ginger, sometimes with Lizzie. This Lizzie was a bright
bay mare, almost thoroughbred, and a great favorite with the gentlemen, on
account of her fine action and lively spirit; but Ginger, who knew more of
her than I did, told me she was rather nervous.

There was a gentleman of the name of Blantyre staying at the hall; he

always rode Lizzie, and praised her so much that one day Lady Anne
ordered the side-saddle to be put on her, and the other saddle on me. When
we came to the door the gentleman seemed very uneasy.
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"How is this?" he said. "Are you tired of your good Black Auster?"

"Oh, no, not at all," she replied, "but I am amiable enough to let you ride
him for once, and I will try your charming Lizzie. You must confess that in
size and appearance she is far more like a lady's horse than my own
favorite."

"Do let me advise you not to mount her," he said; "she is a charming
creature, but she is too nervous for a lady. I assure you, she is not perfectly
safe; let me beg you to have the saddles changed."

"My dear cousin," said Lady Anne, laughing, "pray do not trouble your
good careful head about me. I have been a horsewoman ever since I was a
baby, and I have followed the hounds a great many times, though I know
you do not approve of ladies hunting; but still that is the fact, and I intend
to try this Lizzie that you gentlemen are all so fond of; so please help me to
mount, like a good friend as you are."

There was no more to be said; he placed her carefully on the saddle, looked
to the bit and curb, gave the reins gently into her hand, and then mounted
me. Just as we were moving off a footman came out with a slip of paper
and message from the Lady Harriet. "Would they ask this question for her
at Dr. Ashley's, and bring the answer?"

The village was about a mile off, and the doctor's house was the last in it.
We went along gayly enough till we came to his gate. There was a short
drive up to the house between tall evergreens.

Blantyre alighted at the gate, and was going to open it for Lady Anne, but
she said, "I will wait for you here, and you can hang Auster's rein on the
gate."

He looked at her doubtfully. "I will not be five minutes," he said.

"Oh, do not hurry yourself; Lizzie and I shall not run away from you."
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He hung my rein on one of the iron spikes, and was soon hidden among the
trees. Lizzie was standing quietly by the side of the road a few paces off,
with her back to me. My young mistress was sitting easily with a loose rein,
humming a little song. I listened to my rider's footsteps until they reached
the house, and heard him knock at the door. There was a meadow on the
opposite side of the road, the gate of which stood open; just then some cart
horses and several young colts came trotting out in a very disorderly
manner, while a boy behind was cracking a great whip. The colts were wild
and frolicsome, and one of them bolted across the road and blundered up
against Lizzie's hind legs, and whether it was the stupid colt, or the loud
cracking of the whip, or both together, I cannot say, but she gave a violent
kick, and dashed off into a headlong gallop. It was so sudden that Lady
Anne was nearly unseated, but she soon recovered herself. I gave a loud,
shrill neigh for help; again and again I neighed, pawing the ground
impatiently, and tossing my head to get the rein loose. I had not long to
wait. Blantyre came running to the gate; he looked anxiously about, and
just caught sight of the flying figure, now far away on the road. In an
instant he sprang to the saddle. I needed no whip, no spur, for I was as
eager as my rider; he saw it, and giving me a free rein, and leaning a little
forward, we dashed after them.

For about a mile and a half the road ran straight, and then bent to the right,
after which it divided into two roads. Long before we came to the bend she
was out of sight. Which way had she turned? A woman was standing at her
garden gate, shading her eyes with her hand, and looking eagerly up the
road. Scarcely drawing the rein, Blantyre shouted, "Which way?" "To the
right!" cried the woman, pointing with her hand, and away we went up the
right-hand road; then for a moment we caught sight of her; another bend
and she was hidden again. Several times we caught glimpses, and then lost
them. We scarcely seemed to gain ground upon them at all. An old
road-mender was standing near a heap of stones, his shovel dropped and his
hands raised. As we came near he made a sign to speak. Blantyre drew the
rein a little. "To the common, to the common, sir; she has turned off there."
I knew this common very well; it was for the most part very uneven
ground, covered with heather and dark-green furze bushes, with here and
there a scrubby old thorn-tree; there were also open spaces of fine short
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grass, with ant-hills and mole-turns everywhere; the worst place I ever
knew for a headlong gallop.

We had hardly turned on the common, when we caught sight again of the
green habit flying on before us. My lady's hat was gone, and her long
brown hair was streaming behind her. Her head and body were thrown
back, as if she were pulling with all her remaining strength, and as if that
strength were nearly exhausted. It was clear that the roughness of the
ground had very much lessened Lizzie's speed, and there seemed a chance
that we might overtake her.

While we were on the highroad, Blantyre had given me my head; but now,
with a light hand and a practiced eye, he guided me over the ground in such
a masterly manner that my pace was scarcely slackened, and we were
decidedly gaining on them.

About halfway across the heath there had been a wide dike recently cut, and
the earth from the cutting was cast up roughly on the other side. Surely this
would stop them! But no; with scarcely a pause Lizzie took the leap,
stumbled among the rough clods and fell. Blantyre groaned, "Now, Auster,
do your best!" He gave me a steady rein. I gathered myself well together
and with one determined leap cleared both dike and bank.

Motionless among the heather, with her face to the earth, lay my poor
young mistress. Blantyre kneeled down and called her name: there was no
sound. Gently he turned her face upward: it was ghastly white and the eyes
were closed. "Annie, dear Annie, do speak!" But there was no answer. He
unbuttoned her habit, loosened her collar, felt her hands and wrist, then
started up and looked wildly round him for help.

At no great distance there were two men cutting turf, who, seeing Lizzie
running wild without a rider, had left their work to catch her.

Blantyre's halloo soon brought them to the spot. The foremost man seemed
much troubled at the sight, and asked what he could do.
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"Can you ride?"

"Well, sir, I bean't much of a horseman, but I'd risk my neck for the Lady
Anne; she was uncommon good to my wife in the winter."

"Then mount this horse, my friend--your neck will be quite safe--and ride
to the doctor's and ask him to come instantly; then on to the hall; tell them
all that you know, and bid them send me the carriage, with Lady Anne's
maid and help. I shall stay here."

"All right, sir, I'll do my best, and I pray God the dear young lady may open
her eyes soon." Then, seeing the other man, he called out, "Here, Joe, run
for some water, and tell my missis to come as quick as she can to the Lady
Anne."

He then somehow scrambled into the saddle, and with a "Gee up" and a
clap on my sides with both his legs, he started on his journey, making a
little circuit to avoid the dike. He had no whip, which seemed to trouble
him; but my pace soon cured that difficulty, and he found the best thing he
could do was to stick to the saddle and hold me in, which he did manfully. I
shook him as little as I could help, but once or twice on the rough ground
he called out, "Steady! Woah! Steady!" On the highroad we were all right;
and at the doctor's and the hall he did his errand like a good man and true.
They asked him in to take a drop of something. "No, no," he said; "I'll be
back to 'em again by a short cut through the fields, and be there afore the
carriage."

There was a great deal of hurry and excitement after the news became
known. I was just turned into my box; the saddle and bridle were taken off,
and a cloth thrown over me.

Ginger was saddled and sent off in great haste for Lord George, and I soon
heard the carriage roll out of the yard.

It seemed a long time before Ginger came back, and before we were left
alone; and then she told me all that she had seen.
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"I can't tell much," she said. "We went a gallop nearly all the way, and got
there just as the doctor rode up. There was a woman sitting on the ground
with the lady's head in her lap. The doctor poured something into her
mouth, but all that I heard was, 'She is not dead.' Then I was led off by a
man to a little distance. After awhile she was taken to the carriage, and we
came home together. I heard my master say to a gentleman who stopped
him to inquire, that he hoped no bones were broken, but that she had not
spoken yet."

When Lord George took Ginger for hunting, York shook his head; he said
it ought to be a steady hand to train a horse for the first season, and not a
random rider like Lord George.

Ginger used to like it very much, but sometimes when she came back I
could see that she had been very much strained, and now and then she gave
a short cough. She had too much spirit to complain, but I could not help
feeling anxious about her.

Two days after the accident Blantyre paid me a visit; he patted me and
praised me very much; he told Lord George that he was sure the horse
knew of Annie's danger as well as he did. "I could not have held him in if I
would," said he, "she ought never to ride any other horse." I found by their
conversation that my young mistress was now out of danger, and would
soon be able to ride again. This was good news to me and I looked forward
to a happy life.

25 Reuben Smith

Now I must say a little about Reuben Smith, who was left in charge of the
stables when York went to London. No one more thoroughly understood
his business than he did, and when he was all right there could not be a
more faithful or valuable man. He was gentle and very clever in his
management of horses, and could doctor them almost as well as a farrier,
for he had lived two years with a veterinary surgeon. He was a first-rate
driver; he could take a four-in-hand or a tandem as easily as a pair. He was
a handsome man, a good scholar, and had very pleasant manners. I believe
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everybody liked him; certainly the horses did. The only wonder was that he
should be in an under situation and not in the place of a head coachman like
York; but he had one great fault and that was the love of drink. He was not
like some men, always at it; he used to keep steady for weeks or months
together, and then he would break out and have a "bout" of it, as York
called it, and be a disgrace to himself, a terror to his wife, and a nuisance to
all that had to do with him. He was, however, so useful that two or three
times York had hushed the matter up and kept it from the earl's knowledge;
but one night, when Reuben had to drive a party home from a ball he was
so drunk that he could not hold the reins, and a gentleman of the party had
to mount the box and drive the ladies home. Of course, this could not be
hidden, and Reuben was at once dismissed; his poor wife and little children
had to turn out of the pretty cottage by the park gate and go where they
could. Old Max told me all this, for it happened a good while ago; but
shortly before Ginger and I came Smith had been taken back again. York
had interceded for him with the earl, who is very kind-hearted, and the man
had promised faithfully that he would never taste another drop as long as he
lived there. He had kept his promise so well that York thought he might be
safely trusted to fill his place while he was away, and he was so clever and
honest that no one else seemed so well fitted for it.

It was now early in April, and the family was expected home some time in
May. The light brougham was to be fresh done up, and as Colonel Blantyre
was obliged to return to his regiment it was arranged that Smith should
drive him to the town in it, and ride back; for this purpose he took the
saddle with him, and I was chosen for the journey. At the station the
colonel put some money into Smith's hand and bid him good-by, saying,
"Take care of your young mistress, Reuben, and don't let Black Auster be
hacked about by any random young prig that wants to ride him--keep him
for the lady."

We left the carriage at the maker's, and Smith rode me to the White Lion,
and ordered the hostler to feed me well, and have me ready for him at four
o'clock. A nail in one of my front shoes had started as I came along, but the
hostler did not notice it till just about four o'clock. Smith did not come into
the yard till five, and then he said he should not leave till six, as he had met
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with some old friends. The man then told him of the nail, and asked if he
should have the shoe looked to.

"No," said Smith, "that will be all right till we get home."

He spoke in a very loud, offhand way, and I thought it very unlike him not
to see about the shoe, as he was generally wonderfully particular about
loose nails in our shoes. He did not come at six nor seven, nor eight, and it
was nearly nine o'clock before he called for me, and then it was with a loud,
rough voice. He seemed in a very bad temper, and abused the hostler,
though I could not tell what for.

The landlord stood at the door and said, "Have a care, Mr. Smith!" but he
answered angrily with an oath; and almost before he was out of the town he
began to gallop, frequently giving me a sharp cut with his whip, though I
was going at full speed. The moon had not yet risen, and it was very dark.
The roads were stony, having been recently mended; going over them at
this pace, my shoe became looser, and as we neared the turnpike gate it
came off.

If Smith had been in his right senses he would have been sensible of
something wrong in my pace, but he was too drunk to notice.

Beyond the turnpike was a long piece of road, upon which fresh stones had
just been laid--large sharp stones, over which no horse could be driven
quickly without risk of danger. Over this road, with one shoe gone, I was
forced to gallop at my utmost speed, my rider meanwhile cutting into me
with his whip, and with wild curses urging me to go still faster. Of course
my shoeless foot suffered dreadfully; the hoof was broken and split down
to the very quick, and the inside was terribly cut by the sharpness of the
stones.

This could not go on; no horse could keep his footing under such
circumstances; the pain was too great. I stumbled, and fell with violence on
both my knees. Smith was flung off by my fall, and, owing to the speed I
was going at, he must have fallen with great force. I soon recovered my feet
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and limped to the side of the road, where it was free from stones. The moon
had just risen above the hedge, and by its light I could see Smith lying a
few yards beyond me. He did not rise; he made one slight effort to do so,
and then there was a heavy groan. I could have groaned, too, for I was
suffering intense pain both from my foot and knees; but horses are used to
bear their pain in silence. I uttered no sound, but I stood there and listened.
One more heavy groan from Smith; but though he now lay in the full
moonlight I could see no motion. I could do nothing for him nor myself,
but, oh! how I listened for the sound of horse, or wheels, or footsteps! The
road was not much frequented, and at this time of the night we might stay
for hours before help came to us. I stood watching and listening. It was a
calm, sweet April night; there were no sounds but a few low notes of a
nightingale, and nothing moved but the white clouds near the moon and a
brown owl that flitted over the hedge. It made me think of the summer
nights long ago, when I used to lie beside my mother in the green pleasant
meadow at Farmer Grey's.

26 How it Ended

It must have been nearly midnight when I heard at a great distance the
sound of a horse's feet. Sometimes the sound died away, then it grew
clearer again and nearer. The road to Earlshall led through woods that
belonged to the earl; the sound came in that direction, and I hoped it might
be some one coming in search of us. As the sound came nearer and nearer I
was almost sure I could distinguish Ginger's step; a little nearer still, and I
could tell she was in the dog-cart. I neighed loudly, and was overjoyed to
hear an answering neigh from Ginger, and men's voices. They came slowly
over the stones, and stopped at the dark figure that lay upon the ground.

One of the men jumped out, and stooped down over it. "It is Reuben," he
said, "and he does not stir!"

The other man followed, and bent over him. "He's dead," he said; "feel how
cold his hands are."
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They raised him up, but there was no life, and his hair was soaked with
blood. They laid him down again, and came and looked at me. They soon
saw my cut knees.

"Why, the horse has been down and thrown him! Who would have thought
the black horse would have done that? Nobody thought he could fall.
Reuben must have been lying here for hours! Odd, too, that the horse has
not moved from the place."

Robert then attempted to lead me forward. I made a step, but almost fell
again.

"Halloo! he's bad in his foot as well as his knees. Look here--his hoof is cut
all to pieces; he might well come down, poor fellow! I tell you what, Ned,
I'm afraid it hasn't been all right with Reuben. Just think of his riding a
horse over these stones without a shoe! Why, if he had been in his right
senses he would just as soon have tried to ride him over the moon. I'm
afraid it has been the old thing over again. Poor Susan! she looked awfully
pale when she came to my house to ask if he had not come home. She made
believe she was not a bit anxious, and talked of a lot of things that might
have kept him. But for all that she begged me to go and meet him. But what
must we do? There's the horse to get home as well as the body, and that will
be no easy matter."

Then followed a conversation between them, till it was agreed that Robert,
as the groom, should lead me, and that Ned must take the body. It was a
hard job to get it into the dog-cart, for there was no one to hold Ginger; but
she knew as well as I did what was going on, and stood as still as a stone. I
noticed that, because, if she had a fault, it was that she was impatient in
standing.

Ned started off very slowly with his sad load, and Robert came and looked
at my foot again; then he took his handkerchief and bound it closely round,
and so he led me home. I shall never forget that night walk; it was more
than three miles. Robert led me on very slowly, and I limped and hobbled
on as well as I could with great pain. I am sure he was sorry for me, for he
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often patted and encouraged me, talking to me in a pleasant voice.

At last I reached my own box, and had some corn; and after Robert had
wrapped up my knees in wet cloths, he tied up my foot in a bran poultice,
to draw out the heat and cleanse it before the horse-doctor saw it in the
morning, and I managed to get myself down on the straw, and slept in spite
of the pain.

The next day after the farrier had examined my wounds, he said he hoped
the joint was not injured; and if so, I should not be spoiled for work, but I
should never lose the blemish. I believe they did the best to make a good
cure, but it was a long and painful one. Proud flesh, as they called it, came
up in my knees, and was burned out with caustic; and when at last it was
healed, they put a blistering fluid over the front of both knees to bring all
the hair off; they had some reason for this, and I suppose it was all right.

As Smith's death had been so sudden, and no one was there to see it, there
was an inquest held. The landlord and hostler at the White Lion, with
several other people, gave evidence that he was intoxicated when he started
from the inn. The keeper of the toll-gate said he rode at a hard gallop
through the gate; and my shoe was picked up among the stones, so that the
case was quite plain to them, and I was cleared of all blame.

Everybody pitied Susan. She was nearly out of her mind; she kept saying
over and over again, "Oh! he was so good--so good! It was all that cursed
drink; why will they sell that cursed drink? Oh Reuben, Reuben!" So she
went on till after he was buried; and then, as she had no home or relations,
she, with her six little children, was obliged once more to leave the pleasant
home by the tall oak-trees, and go into that great gloomy Union House.

27 Ruined and Going Downhill

As soon as my knees were sufficiently healed I was turned into a small

meadow for a month or two; no other creature was there; and though I
enjoyed the liberty and the sweet grass, yet I had been so long used to
society that I felt very lonely. Ginger and I had become fast friends, and
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now I missed her company extremely. I often neighed when I heard horses'
feet passing in the road, but I seldom got an answer; till one morning the
gate was opened, and who should come in but dear old Ginger. The man
slipped off her halter, and left her there. With a joyful whinny I trotted up
to her; we were both glad to meet, but I soon found that it was not for our
pleasure that she was brought to be with me. Her story would be too long to
tell, but the end of it was that she had been ruined by hard riding, and was
now turned off to see what rest would do.

Lord George was young and would take no warning; he was a hard rider,
and would hunt whenever he could get the chance, quite careless of his
horse. Soon after I left the stable there was a steeplechase, and he
determined to ride. Though the groom told him she was a little strained, and
was not fit for the race, he did not believe it, and on the day of the race
urged Ginger to keep up with the foremost riders. With her high spirit, she
strained herself to the utmost; she came in with the first three horses, but
her wind was touched, besides which he was too heavy for her, and her
back was strained. "And so," she said, "here we are, ruined in the prime of
our youth and strength, you by a drunkard, and I by a fool; it is very hard."
We both felt in ourselves that we were not what we had been. However,
that did not spoil the pleasure we had in each other's company; we did not
gallop about as we once did, but we used to feed, and lie down together,
and stand for hours under one of the shady lime-trees with our heads close
to each other; and so we passed our time till the family returned from town.

One day we saw the earl come into the meadow, and York was with him.
Seeing who it was, we stood still under our lime-tree, and let them come up
to us. They examined us carefully. The earl seemed much annoyed.

"There is three hundred pounds flung away for no earthly use," said he;
"but what I care most for is that these horses of my old friend, who thought
they would find a good home with me, are ruined. The mare shall have a
twelve-month's run, and we shall see what that will do for her; but the black
one, he must be sold; 'tis a great pity, but I could not have knees like these
in my stables."
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"No, my lord, of course not," said York; "but he might get a place where
appearance is not of much consequence, and still be well treated. I know a
man in Bath, the master of some livery stables, who often wants a good
horse at a low figure; I know he looks well after his horses. The inquest
cleared the horse's character, and your lordship's recommendation, or mine,
would be sufficient warrant for him."

"You had better write to him, York. I should be more particular about the
place than the money he would fetch."

After this they left us.

"They'll soon take you away," said Ginger, "and I shall lose the only friend
I have, and most likely we shall never see each other again. 'Tis a hard
world!"

About a week after this Robert came into the field with a halter, which he
slipped over my head, and led me away. There was no leave-taking of
Ginger; we neighed to each other as I was led off, and she trotted anxiously
along by the hedge, calling to me as long as she could hear the sound of my
feet.

Through the recommendation of York, I was bought by the master of the

livery stables. I had to go by train, which was new to me, and required a
good deal of courage the first time; but as I found the puffing, rushing,
whistling, and, more than all, the trembling of the horse-box in which I
stood did me no real harm, I soon took it quietly.

When I reached the end of my journey I found myself in a tolerably

comfortable stable, and well attended to. These stables were not so airy and
pleasant as those I had been used to. The stalls were laid on a slope instead
of being level, and as my head was kept tied to the manger, I was obliged
always to stand on the slope, which was very fatiguing. Men do not seem to
know yet that horses can do more work if they can stand comfortably and
can turn about; however, I was well fed and well cleaned, and, on the
whole, I think our master took as much care of us as he could. He kept a
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good many horses and carriages of different kinds for hire. Sometimes his
own men drove them; at others, the horse and chaise were let to gentlemen
or ladies who drove themselves.

28 A Job Horse and His Drivers

Hitherto I had always been driven by people who at least knew how to
drive; but in this place I was to get my experience of all the different kinds
of bad and ignorant driving to which we horses are subjected; for I was a
"job horse", and was let out to all sorts of people who wished to hire me;
and as I was good-tempered and gentle, I think I was oftener let out to the
ignorant drivers than some of the other horses, because I could be depended
upon. It would take a long time to tell of all the different styles in which I
was driven, but I will mention a few of them.

First, there were the tight-rein drivers--men who seemed to think that all
depended on holding the reins as hard as they could, never relaxing the pull
on the horse's mouth, or giving him the least liberty of movement. They are
always talking about "keeping the horse well in hand", and "holding a horse
up", just as if a horse was not made to hold himself up.

Some poor, broken-down horses, whose mouths have been made hard and
insensible by just such drivers as these, may, perhaps, find some support in
it; but for a horse who can depend upon his own legs, and who has a tender
mouth and is easily guided, it is not only tormenting, but it is stupid.

Then there are the loose-rein drivers, who let the reins lie easily on our
backs, and their own hand rest lazily on their knees. Of course, such
gentlemen have no control over a horse, if anything happens suddenly. If a
horse shies, or starts, or stumbles, they are nowhere, and cannot help the
horse or themselves till the mischief is done. Of course, for myself I had no
objection to it, as I was not in the habit either of starting or stumbling, and
had only been used to depend on my driver for guidance and
encouragement. Still, one likes to feel the rein a little in going downhill,
and likes to know that one's driver is not gone to sleep.
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Besides, a slovenly way of driving gets a horse into bad and often lazy
habits, and when he changes hands he has to be whipped out of them with
more or less pain and trouble. Squire Gordon always kept us to our best
paces and our best manners. He said that spoiling a horse and letting him
get into bad habits was just as cruel as spoiling a child, and both had to
suffer for it afterward.

Besides, these drivers are often careless altogether, and will attend to
anything else more than their horses. I went out in the phaeton one day with
one of them; he had a lady and two children behind. He flopped the reins
about as we started, and of course gave me several unmeaning cuts with the
whip, though I was fairly off. There had been a good deal of road-mending
going on, and even where the stones were not freshly laid down there were
a great many loose ones about. My driver was laughing and joking with the
lady and the children, and talking about the country to the right and the left;
but he never thought it worth while to keep an eye on his horse or to drive
on the smoothest parts of the road; and so it easily happened that I got a
stone in one of my fore feet.

Now, if Mr. Gordon or John, or in fact any good driver, had been there, he
would have seen that something was wrong before I had gone three paces.
Or even if it had been dark a practiced hand would have felt by the rein that
there was something wrong in the step, and they would have got down and
picked out the stone. But this man went on laughing and talking, while at
every step the stone became more firmly wedged between my shoe and the
frog of my foot. The stone was sharp on the inside and round on the
outside, which, as every one knows, is the most dangerous kind that a horse
can pick up, at the same time cutting his foot and making him most liable to
stumble and fall.

Whether the man was partly blind or only very careless I can't say, but he
drove me with that stone in my foot for a good half-mile before he saw
anything. By that time I was going so lame with the pain that at last he saw
it, and called out, "Well, here's a go! Why, they have sent us out with a
lame horse! What a shame!"
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He then chucked the reins and flipped about with the whip, saying, "Now,
then, it's no use playing the old soldier with me; there's the journey to go,
and it's no use turning lame and lazy."

Just at this time a farmer came riding up on a brown cob. He lifted his hat
and pulled up.

"I beg your pardon, sir," he said, "but I think there is something the matter
with your horse; he goes very much as if he had a stone in his shoe. If you
will allow me I will look at his feet; these loose scattered stones are
confounded dangerous things for the horses."

"He's a hired horse," said my driver. "I don't know what's the matter with
him, but it is a great shame to send out a lame beast like this."

The farmer dismounted, and slipping his rein over his arm at once took up
my near foot.

"Bless me, there's a stone! Lame! I should think so!"

At first he tried to dislodge it with his hand, but as it was now very tightly
wedged he drew a stone-pick out of his pocket, and very carefully and with
some trouble got it out. Then holding it up he said, "There, that's the stone
your horse had picked up. It is a wonder he did not fall down and break his
knees into the bargain!"

"Well, to be sure!" said my driver; "that is a queer thing! I never knew that
horses picked up stones before."

"Didn't you?" said the farmer rather contemptuously; "but they do, though,
and the best of them will do it, and can't help it sometimes on such roads as
these. And if you don't want to lame your horse you must look sharp and
get them out quickly. This foot is very much bruised," he said, setting it
gently down and patting me. "If I might advise, sir, you had better drive
him gently for awhile; the foot is a good deal hurt, and the lameness will
not go off directly."
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Then mounting his cob and raising his hat to the lady he trotted off.

When he was gone my driver began to flop the reins about and whip the
harness, by which I understood that I was to go on, which of course I did,
glad that the stone was gone, but still in a good deal of pain.

This was the sort of experience we job horses often came in for.

29 Cockneys

Then there is the steam-engine style of driving; these drivers were mostly
people from towns, who never had a horse of their own and generally
traveled by rail.

They always seemed to think that a horse was something like a

steam-engine, only smaller. At any rate, they think that if only they pay for
it a horse is bound to go just as far and just as fast and with just as heavy a
load as they please. And be the roads heavy and muddy, or dry and good;
be they stony or smooth, uphill or downhill, it is all the same--on, on, on,
one must go, at the same pace, with no relief and no consideration.

These people never think of getting out to walk up a steep hill. Oh, no, they
have paid to ride, and ride they will! The horse? Oh, he's used to it! What
were horses made for, if not to drag people uphill? Walk! A good joke
indeed! And so the whip is plied and the rein is chucked and often a rough,
scolding voice cries out, "Go along, you lazy beast!" And then another
slash of the whip, when all the time we are doing our very best to get along,
uncomplaining and obedient, though often sorely harassed and
down-hearted.

This steam-engine style of driving wears us up faster than any other kind. I
would far rather go twenty miles with a good considerate driver than I
would go ten with some of these; it would take less out of me.

Another thing, they scarcely ever put on the brake, however steep the
downhill may be, and thus bad accidents sometimes happen; or if they do
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put it on, they often forget to take it off at the bottom of the hill, and more
than once I have had to pull halfway up the next hill, with one of the wheels
held by the brake, before my driver chose to think about it; and that is a
terrible strain on a horse.

Then these cockneys, instead of starting at an easy pace, as a gentleman

would do, generally set off at full speed from the very stable-yard; and
when they want to stop, they first whip us, and then pull up so suddenly
that we are nearly thrown on our haunches, and our mouths jagged with the
bit--they call that pulling up with a dash; and when they turn a corner they
do it as sharply as if there were no right side or wrong side of the road.

I well remember one spring evening I and Rory had been out for the day.
(Rory was the horse that mostly went with me when a pair was ordered, and
a good honest fellow he was.) We had our own driver, and as he was
always considerate and gentle with us, we had a very pleasant day. We
were coming home at a good smart pace, about twilight. Our road turned
sharp to the left; but as we were close to the hedge on our own side, and
there was plenty of room to pass, our driver did not pull us in. As we
neared the corner I heard a horse and two wheels coming rapidly down the
hill toward us. The hedge was high, and I could see nothing, but the next
moment we were upon each other. Happily for me, I was on the side next
the hedge. Rory was on the left side of the pole, and had not even a shaft to
protect him. The man who was driving was making straight for the corner,
and when he came in sight of us he had no time to pull over to his own side.
The whole shock came upon Rory. The gig shaft ran right into the chest,
making him stagger back with a cry that I shall never forget. The other
horse was thrown upon his haunches and one shaft broken. It turned out
that it was a horse from our own stables, with the high-wheeled gig that the
young men were so fond of.

The driver was one of those random, ignorant fellows, who don't even
know which is their own side of the road, or, if they know, don't care. And
there was poor Rory with his flesh torn open and bleeding, and the blood
streaming down. They said if it had been a little more to one side it would
have killed him; and a good thing for him, poor fellow, if it had.
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As it was, it was a long time before the wound healed, and then he was sold
for coal-carting; and what that is, up and down those steep hills, only horses
know. Some of the sights I saw there, where a horse had to come downhill
with a heavily loaded two-wheel cart behind him, on which no brake could
be placed, make me sad even now to think of.

After Rory was disabled I often went in the carriage with a mare named
Peggy, who stood in the next stall to mine. She was a strong, well-made
animal, of a bright dun color, beautifully dappled, and with a dark-brown
mane and tail. There was no high breeding about her, but she was very
pretty and remarkably sweet-tempered and willing. Still, there was an
anxious look about her eye, by which I knew that she had some trouble.
The first time we went out together I thought she had a very odd pace; she
seemed to go partly a trot, partly a canter, three or four paces, and then a
little jump forward.

It was very unpleasant for any horse who pulled with her, and made me
quite fidgety. When we got home I asked her what made her go in that odd,
awkward way.

"Ah," she said in a troubled manner, "I know my paces are very bad, but
what can I do? It really is not my fault; it is just because my legs are so
short. I stand nearly as high as you, but your legs are a good three inches
longer above your knee than mine, and of course you can take a much
longer step and go much faster. You see I did not make myself. I wish I
could have done so; I would have had long legs then. All my troubles come
from my short legs," said Peggy, in a desponding tone.

"But how is it," I said, "when you are so strong and good-tempered and
willing?"

"Why, you see," said she, "men will go so fast, and if one can't keep up to
other horses it is nothing but whip, whip, whip, all the time. And so I have
had to keep up as I could, and have got into this ugly shuffling pace. It was
not always so; when I lived with my first master I always went a good
regular trot, but then he was not in such a hurry. He was a young clergyman
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in the country, and a good, kind master he was. He had two churches a
good way apart, and a great deal of work, but he never scolded or whipped
me for not going faster. He was very fond of me. I only wish I was with
him now; but he had to leave and go to a large town, and then I was sold to
a farmer.

"Some farmers, you know, are capital masters; but I think this one was a
low sort of man. He cared nothing about good horses or good driving; he
only cared for going fast. I went as fast as I could, but that would not do,
and he was always whipping; so I got into this way of making a spring
forward to keep up. On market nights he used to stay very late at the inn,
and then drive home at a gallop.

"One dark night he was galloping home as usual, when all of a sudden the
wheel came against some great heavy thing in the road, and turned the gig
over in a minute. He was thrown out and his arm broken, and some of his
ribs, I think. At any rate, it was the end of my living with him, and I was
not sorry. But you see it will be the same everywhere for me, if men must
go so fast. I wish my legs were longer!"

Poor Peggy! I was very sorry for her, and I could not comfort her, for I
knew how hard it was upon slow-paced horses to be put with fast ones; all
the whipping comes to their share, and they can't help it.

She was often used in the phaeton, and was very much liked by some of the
ladies, because she was so gentle; and some time after this she was sold to
two ladies who drove themselves, and wanted a safe, good horse.

I met her several times out in the country, going a good steady pace, and
looking as gay and contented as a horse could be. I was very glad to see
her, for she deserved a good place.

After she left us another horse came in her stead. He was young, and had a
bad name for shying and starting, by which he had lost a good place. I
asked him what made him shy.
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"Well, I hardly know," he said. "I was timid when I was young, and was a
good deal frightened several times, and if I saw anything strange I used to
turn and look at it--you see, with our blinkers one can't see or understand
what a thing is unless one looks round--and then my master always gave
me a whipping, which of course made me start on, and did not make me
less afraid. I think if he would have let me just look at things quietly, and
see that there was nothing to hurt me, it would have been all right, and I
should have got used to them. One day an old gentleman was riding with
him, and a large piece of white paper or rag blew across just on one side of
me. I shied and started forward. My master as usual whipped me smartly,
but the old man cried out, 'You're wrong! you're wrong! You should never
whip a horse for shying; he shies because he is frightened, and you only
frighten him more and make the habit worse.' So I suppose all men don't do
so. I am sure I don't want to shy for the sake of it; but how should one know
what is dangerous and what is not, if one is never allowed to get used to
anything? I am never afraid of what I know. Now I was brought up in a
park where there were deer; of course I knew them as well as I did a sheep
or a cow, but they are not common, and I know many sensible horses who
are frightened at them, and who kick up quite a shindy before they will pass
a paddock where there are deer."

I knew what my companion said was true, and I wished that every young
horse had as good masters as Farmer Grey and Squire Gordon.

Of course we sometimes came in for good driving here. I remember one

morning I was put into the light gig, and taken to a house in Pulteney
Street. Two gentlemen came out; the taller of them came round to my head;
he looked at the bit and bridle, and just shifted the collar with his hand, to
see if it fitted comfortably.

"Do you consider this horse wants a curb?" he said to the hostler.

"Well," said the man, "I should say he would go just as well without; he has
an uncommon good mouth, and though he has a fine spirit he has no vice;
but we generally find people like the curb."
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"I don't like it," said the gentleman; "be so good as to take it off, and put the
rein in at the cheek. An easy mouth is a great thing on a long journey, is it
not, old fellow?" he said, patting my neck.

Then he took the reins, and they both got up. I can remember now how
quietly he turned me round, and then with a light feel of the rein, and
drawing the whip gently across my back, we were off.

I arched my neck and set off at my best pace. I found I had some one
behind me who knew how a good horse ought to be driven. It seemed like
old times again, and made me feel quite gay.

This gentleman took a great liking to me, and after trying me several times
with the saddle he prevailed upon my master to sell me to a friend of his,
who wanted a safe, pleasant horse for riding. And so it came to pass that in
the summer I was sold to Mr. Barry.

30 A Thief

My new master was an unmarried man. He lived at Bath, and was much
engaged in business. His doctor advised him to take horse exercise, and for
this purpose he bought me. He hired a stable a short distance from his
lodgings, and engaged a man named Filcher as groom. My master knew
very little about horses, but he treated me well, and I should have had a
good and easy place but for circumstances of which he was ignorant. He
ordered the best hay with plenty of oats, crushed beans, and bran, with
vetches, or rye grass, as the man might think needful. I heard the master
give the order, so I knew there was plenty of good food, and I thought I was
well off.

For a few days all went on well. I found that my groom understood his
business. He kept the stable clean and airy, and he groomed me thoroughly;
and was never otherwise than gentle. He had been an hostler in one of the
great hotels in Bath. He had given that up, and now cultivated fruit and
vegetables for the market, and his wife bred and fattened poultry and
rabbits for sale. After awhile it seemed to me that my oats came very short;
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I had the beans, but bran was mixed with them instead of oats, of which
there were very few; certainly not more than a quarter of what there should
have been. In two or three weeks this began to tell upon my strength and
spirits. The grass food, though very good, was not the thing to keep up my
condition without corn. However, I could not complain, nor make known
my wants. So it went on for about two months; and I wondered that my
master did not see that something was the matter. However, one afternoon
he rode out into the country to see a friend of his, a gentleman farmer, who
lived on the road to Wells.

This gentleman had a very quick eye for horses; and after he had welcomed
his friend he said, casting his eye over me:

"It seems to me, Barry, that your horse does not look so well as he did
when you first had him; has he been well?"

"Yes, I believe so," said my master; "but he is not nearly so lively as he

was; my groom tells me that horses are always dull and weak in the
autumn, and that I must expect it."

"Autumn, fiddlesticks!" said the farmer. "Why, this is only August; and
with your light work and good food he ought not to go down like this, even
if it was autumn. How do you feed him?"

My master told him. The other shook his head slowly, and began to feel me
over.

"I can't say who eats your corn, my dear fellow, but I am much mistaken if
your horse gets it. Have you ridden very fast?"

"No, very gently."

"Then just put your hand here," said he, passing his hand over my neck and
shoulder; "he is as warm and damp as a horse just come up from grass. I
advise you to look into your stable a little more. I hate to be suspicious,
and, thank heaven, I have no cause to be, for I can trust my men, present or
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absent; but there are mean scoundrels, wicked enough to rob a dumb beast
of his food. You must look into it." And turning to his man, who had come
to take me, "Give this horse a right good feed of bruised oats, and don't
stint him."

"Dumb beasts!" Yes, we are; but if I could have spoken I could have told
my master where his oats went to. My groom used to come every morning
about six o'clock, and with him a little boy, who always had a covered
basket with him. He used to go with his father into the harness-room, where
the corn was kept, and I could see them, when the door stood ajar, fill a
little bag with oats out of the bin, and then he used to be off.

Five or six mornings after this, just as the boy had left the stable, the door
was pushed open, and a policeman walked in, holding the child tight by the
arm; another policeman followed, and locked the door on the inside,
saying, "Show me the place where your father keeps his rabbits' food."

The boy looked very frightened and began to cry; but there was no escape,
and he led the way to the corn-bin. Here the policeman found another
empty bag like that which was found full of oats in the boy's basket.

Filcher was cleaning my feet at the time, but they soon saw him, and
though he blustered a good deal they walked him off to the "lock-up", and
his boy with him. I heard afterward that the boy was not held to be guilty,
but the man was sentenced to prison for two months.

31 A Humbug

My master was not immediately suited, but in a few days my new groom
came. He was a tall, good-looking fellow enough; but if ever there was a
humbug in the shape of a groom Alfred Smirk was the man. He was very
civil to me, and never used me ill; in fact, he did a great deal of stroking
and patting when his master was there to see it. He always brushed my
mane and tail with water and my hoofs with oil before he brought me to the
door, to make me look smart; but as to cleaning my feet or looking to my
shoes, or grooming me thoroughly, he thought no more of that than if I had
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been a cow. He left my bit rusty, my saddle damp, and my crupper stiff.

Alfred Smirk considered himself very handsome; he spent a great deal of

time about his hair, whiskers and necktie, before a little looking-glass in the
harness-room. When his master was speaking to him it was always, "Yes,
sir; yes, sir"--touching his hat at every word; and every one thought he was
a very nice young man and that Mr. Barry was very fortunate to meet with
him. I should say he was the laziest, most conceited fellow I ever came
near. Of course, it was a great thing not to be ill-used, but then a horse
wants more than that. I had a loose box, and might have been very
comfortable if he had not been too indolent to clean it out. He never took
all the straw away, and the smell from what lay underneath was very bad;
while the strong vapors that rose made my eyes smart and inflame, and I
did not feel the same appetite for my food.

One day his master came in and said, "Alfred, the stable smells rather
strong; should not you give that stall a good scrub and throw down plenty
of water?"

"Well, sir," he said, touching his cap, "I'll do so if you please, sir; but it is
rather dangerous, sir, throwing down water in a horse's box; they are very
apt to take cold, sir. I should not like to do him an injury, but I'll do it if you
please, sir."

"Well," said his master, "I should not like him to take cold; but I don't like
the smell of this stable. Do you think the drains are all right?"

"Well, sir, now you mention it, I think the drain does sometimes send back
a smell; there may be something wrong, sir."

"Then send for the bricklayer and have it seen to," said his master.

"Yes, sir, I will."

The bricklayer came and pulled up a great many bricks, but found nothing
amiss; so he put down some lime and charged the master five shillings, and
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the smell in my box was as bad as ever. But that was not all: standing as I
did on a quantity of moist straw my feet grew unhealthy and tender, and the
master used to say:

"I don't know what is the matter with this horse; he goes very
fumble-footed. I am sometimes afraid he will stumble."

"Yes, sir," said Alfred, "I have noticed the same myself, when I have
exercised him."

Now the fact was that he hardly ever did exercise me, and when the master
was busy I often stood for days together without stretching my legs at all,
and yet being fed just as high as if I were at hard work. This often
disordered my health, and made me sometimes heavy and dull, but more
often restless and feverish. He never even gave me a meal of green food or
a bran mash, which would have cooled me, for he was altogether as
ignorant as he was conceited; and then, instead of exercise or change of
food, I had to take horse balls and draughts; which, beside the nuisance of
having them poured down my throat, used to make me feel ill and
uncomfortable.

One day my feet were so tender that, trotting over some fresh stones with
my master on my back, I made two such serious stumbles that, as he came
down Lansdown into the city, he stopped at the farrier's, and asked him to
see what was the matter with me. The man took up my feet one by one and
examined them; then standing up and dusting his hands one against the
other, he said:

"Your horse has got the 'thrush', and badly, too; his feet are very tender; it
is fortunate that he has not been down. I wonder your groom has not seen to
it before. This is the sort of thing we find in foul stables, where the litter is
never properly cleaned out. If you will send him here to-morrow I will
attend to the hoof, and I will direct your man how to apply the liniment
which I will give him."
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The next day I had my feet thoroughly cleansed and stuffed with tow
soaked in some strong lotion; and an unpleasant business it was.

The farrier ordered all the litter to be taken out of my box day by day, and
the floor kept very clean. Then I was to have bran mashes, a little green
food, and not so much corn, till my feet were well again. With this
treatment I soon regained my spirits; but Mr. Barry was so much disgusted
at being twice deceived by his grooms that he determined to give up
keeping a horse, and to hire when he wanted one. I was therefore kept till
my feet were quite sound, and was then sold again.

Part III

32 A Horse Fair

No doubt a horse fair is a very amusing place to those who have nothing to
lose; at any rate, there is plenty to see.

Long strings of young horses out of the country, fresh from the marshes;
and droves of shaggy little Welsh ponies, no higher than Merrylegs; and
hundreds of cart horses of all sorts, some of them with their long tails
braided up and tied with scarlet cord; and a good many like myself,
handsome and high-bred, but fallen into the middle class, through some
accident or blemish, unsoundness of wind, or some other complaint. There
were some splendid animals quite in their prime, and fit for anything; they
were throwing out their legs and showing off their paces in high style, as
they were trotted out with a leading rein, the groom running by the side.
But round in the background there were a number of poor things, sadly
broken down with hard work, with their knees knuckling over and their
hind legs swinging out at every step, and there were some very
dejected-looking old horses, with the under lip hanging down and the ears
lying back heavily, as if there were no more pleasure in life, and no more
hope; there were some so thin you might see all their ribs, and some with
old sores on their backs and hips. These were sad sights for a horse to look
upon, who knows not but he may come to the same state.
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There was a great deal of bargaining, of running up and beating down; and
if a horse may speak his mind so far as he understands, I should say there
were more lies told and more trickery at that horse fair than a clever man
could give an account of. I was put with two or three other strong,
useful-looking horses, and a good many people came to look at us. The
gentlemen always turned from me when they saw my broken knees; though
the man who had me swore it was only a slip in the stall.

The first thing was to pull my mouth open, then to look at my eyes, then
feel all the way down my legs, and give me a hard feel of the skin and
flesh, and then try my paces. It was wonderful what a difference there was
in the way these things were done. Some did it in a rough, offhand way, as
if one was only a piece of wood; while others would take their hands gently
over one's body, with a pat now and then, as much as to say, "By your
leave." Of course I judged a good deal of the buyers by their manners to
myself.

There was one man, I thought, if he would buy me, I should be happy. He
was not a gentleman, nor yet one of the loud, flashy sort that call
themselves so. He was rather a small man, but well made, and quick in all
his motions. I knew in a moment by the way he handled me, that he was
used to horses; he spoke gently, and his gray eye had a kindly, cheery look
in it. It may seem strange to say--but it is true all the same--that the clean,
fresh smell there was about him made me take to him; no smell of old beer
and tobacco, which I hated, but a fresh smell as if he had come out of a
hayloft. He offered twenty-three pounds for me, but that was refused, and
he walked away. I looked after him, but he was gone, and a very
hard-looking, loud-voiced man came. I was dreadfully afraid he would have
me; but he walked off. One or two more came who did not mean business.
Then the hard-faced man came back again and offered twenty-three
pounds. A very close bargain was being driven, for my salesman began to
think he should not get all he asked, and must come down; but just then the
gray-eyed man came back again. I could not help reaching out my head
toward him. He stroked my face kindly.
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"Well, old chap," he said, "I think we should suit each other. I'll give
twenty-four for him."

"Say twenty-five and you shall have him."

"Twenty-four ten," said my friend, in a very decided tone, "and not another
sixpence--yes or no?"

"Done," said the salesman; "and you may depend upon it there's a
monstrous deal of quality in that horse, and if you want him for cab work
he's a bargain."

The money was paid on the spot, and my new master took my halter, and
led me out of the fair to an inn, where he had a saddle and bridle ready. He
gave me a good feed of oats and stood by while I ate it, talking to himself
and talking to me. Half an hour after we were on our way to London,
through pleasant lanes and country roads, until we came into the great
London thoroughfare, on which we traveled steadily, till in the twilight we
reached the great city. The gas lamps were already lighted; there were
streets to the right, and streets to the left, and streets crossing each other, for
mile upon mile. I thought we should never come to the end of them. At last,
in passing through one, we came to a long cab stand, when my rider called
out in a cheery voice, "Good-night, governor!"

"Halloo!" cried a voice. "Have you got a good one?"

"I think so," replied my owner.

"I wish you luck with him."

"Thank you, governor," and he rode on. We soon turned up one of the side
streets, and about halfway up that we turned into a very narrow street, with
rather poor-looking houses on one side, and what seemed to be
coach-houses and stables on the other.
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My owner pulled up at one of the houses and whistled. The door flew open,
and a young woman, followed by a little girl and boy, ran out. There was a
very lively greeting as my rider dismounted.

"Now, then, Harry, my boy, open the gates, and mother will bring us the
lantern."

The next minute they were all standing round me in a small stable-yard.

"Is he gentle, father?"

"Yes, Dolly, as gentle as your own kitten; come and pat him."

At once the little hand was patting about all over my shoulder without fear.
How good it felt!

"Let me get him a bran mash while you rub him down," said the mother.

"Do, Polly, it's just what he wants; and I know you've got a beautiful mash
ready for me."

"Sausage dumpling and apple turnover!" shouted the boy, which set them
all laughing. I was led into a comfortable, clean-smelling stall, with plenty
of dry straw, and after a capital supper I lay down, thinking I was going to
be happy.

33 A London Cab Horse

Jeremiah Barker was my new master's name, but as every one called him
Jerry, I shall do the same. Polly, his wife, was just as good a match as a
man could have. She was a plump, trim, tidy little woman, with smooth,
dark hair, dark eyes, and a merry little mouth. The boy was twelve years
old, a tall, frank, good-tempered lad; and little Dorothy (Dolly they called
her) was her mother over again, at eight years old. They were all
wonderfully fond of each other; I never knew such a happy, merry family
before or since. Jerry had a cab of his own, and two horses, which he drove
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and attended to himself. His other horse was a tall, white, rather
large-boned animal called "Captain". He was old now, but when he was
young he must have been splendid; he had still a proud way of holding his
head and arching his neck; in fact, he was a high-bred, fine-mannered,
noble old horse, every inch of him. He told me that in his early youth he
went to the Crimean War; he belonged to an officer in the cavalry, and used
to lead the regiment. I will tell more of that hereafter.

The next morning, when I was well-groomed, Polly and Dolly came into
the yard to see me and make friends. Harry had been helping his father
since the early morning, and had stated his opinion that I should turn out a
"regular brick". Polly brought me a slice of apple, and Dolly a piece of
bread, and made as much of me as if I had been the "Black Beauty" of
olden time. It was a great treat to be petted again and talked to in a gentle
voice, and I let them see as well as I could that I wished to be friendly.
Polly thought I was very handsome, and a great deal too good for a cab, if it
was not for the broken knees.

"Of course there's no one to tell us whose fault that was," said Jerry, "and as
long as I don't know I shall give him the benefit of the doubt; for a firmer,
neater stepper I never rode. We'll call him 'Jack', after the old one--shall we,
Polly?"

"Do," she said, "for I like to keep a good name going."

Captain went out in the cab all the morning. Harry came in after school to
feed me and give me water. In the afternoon I was put into the cab. Jerry
took as much pains to see if the collar and bridle fitted comfortably as if he
had been John Manly over again. When the crupper was let out a hole or
two it all fitted well. There was no check-rein, no curb, nothing but a plain
ring snaffle. What a blessing that was!

After driving through the side street we came to the large cab stand where
Jerry had said "Good-night". On one side of this wide street were high
houses with wonderful shop fronts, and on the other was an old church and
churchyard, surrounded by iron palisades. Alongside these iron rails a
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number of cabs were drawn up, waiting for passengers; bits of hay were
lying about on the ground; some of the men were standing together talking;
some were sitting on their boxes reading the newspaper; and one or two
were feeding their horses with bits of hay, and giving them a drink of
water. We pulled up in the rank at the back of the last cab. Two or three
men came round and began to look at me and pass their remarks.

"Very good for a funeral," said one.

"Too smart-looking," said another, shaking his head in a very wise way;
"you'll find out something wrong one of these fine mornings, or my name
isn't Jones."

"Well," said Jerry pleasantly, "I suppose I need not find it out till it finds
me out, eh? And if so, I'll keep up my spirits a little longer."

Then there came up a broad-faced man, dressed in a great gray coat with
great gray cape and great white buttons, a gray hat, and a blue comforter
loosely tied round his neck; his hair was gray, too; but he was a
jolly-looking fellow, and the other men made way for him. He looked me
all over, as if he had been going to buy me; and then straightening himself
up with a grunt, he said, "He's the right sort for you, Jerry; I don't care what
you gave for him, he'll be worth it." Thus my character was established on
the stand.

This man's name was Grant, but he was called "Gray Grant", or "Governor
Grant". He had been the longest on that stand of any of the men, and he
took it upon himself to settle matters and stop disputes. He was generally a
good-humored, sensible man; but if his temper was a little out, as it was
sometimes when he had drunk too much, nobody liked to come too near his
fist, for he could deal a very heavy blow.

The first week of my life as a cab horse was very trying. I had never been
used to London, and the noise, the hurry, the crowds of horses, carts, and
carriages that I had to make my way through made me feel anxious and
harassed; but I soon found that I could perfectly trust my driver, and then I
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made myself easy and got used to it.

Jerry was as good a driver as I had ever known, and what was better, he
took as much thought for his horses as he did for himself. He soon found
out that I was willing to work and do my best, and he never laid the whip
on me unless it was gently drawing the end of it over my back when I was
to go on; but generally I knew this quite well by the way in which he took
up the reins, and I believe his whip was more frequently stuck up by his
side than in his hand.

In a short time I and my master understood each other as well as horse and
man can do. In the stable, too, he did all that he could for our comfort. The
stalls were the old-fashioned style, too much on the slope; but he had two
movable bars fixed across the back of our stalls, so that at night, and when
we were resting, he just took off our halters and put up the bars, and thus
we could turn about and stand whichever way we pleased, which is a great
comfort.

Jerry kept us very clean, and gave us as much change of food as he could,
and always plenty of it; and not only that, but he always gave us plenty of
clean fresh water, which he allowed to stand by us both night and day,
except of course when we came in warm. Some people say that a horse
ought not to drink all he likes; but I know if we are allowed to drink when
we want it we drink only a little at a time, and it does us a great deal more
good than swallowing down half a bucketful at a time, because we have
been left without till we are thirsty and miserable. Some grooms will go
home to their beer and leave us for hours with our dry hay and oats and
nothing to moisten them; then of course we gulp down too much at once,
which helps to spoil our breathing and sometimes chills our stomachs. But
the best thing we had here was our Sundays for rest; we worked so hard in
the week that I do not think we could have kept up to it but for that day;
besides, we had then time to enjoy each other's company. It was on these
days that I learned my companion's history.

34 An Old War Horse

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Captain had been broken in and trained for an army horse; his first owner
was an officer of cavalry going out to the Crimean war. He said he quite
enjoyed the training with all the other horses, trotting together, turning
together, to the right hand or the left, halting at the word of command, or
dashing forward at full speed at the sound of the trumpet or signal of the
officer. He was, when young, a dark, dappled iron-gray, and considered
very handsome. His master, a young, high-spirited gentleman, was very
fond of him, and treated him from the first with the greatest care and
kindness. He told me he thought the life of an army horse was very
pleasant; but when it came to being sent abroad over the sea in a great ship,
he almost changed his mind.

"That part of it," said he, "was dreadful! Of course we could not walk off
the land into the ship; so they were obliged to put strong straps under our
bodies, and then we were lifted off our legs in spite of our struggles, and
were swung through the air over the water, to the deck of the great vessel.
There we were placed in small close stalls, and never for a long time saw
the sky, or were able to stretch our legs. The ship sometimes rolled about in
high winds, and we were knocked about, and felt bad enough.

"However, at last it came to an end, and we were hauled up, and swung
over again to the land; we were very glad, and snorted and neighed for joy,
when we once more felt firm ground under our feet.

"We soon found that the country we had come to was very different from
our own and that we had many hardships to endure besides the fighting; but
many of the men were so fond of their horses that they did everything they
could to make them comfortable in spite of snow, wet, and all things out of
order."

"But what about the fighting?" said I, "was not that worse than anything
else?"

"Well," said he, "I hardly know; we always liked to hear the trumpet sound,
and to be called out, and were impatient to start off, though sometimes we
had to stand for hours, waiting for the word of command; and when the
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word was given we used to spring forward as gayly and eagerly as if there
were no cannon balls, bayonets, or bullets. I believe so long as we felt our
rider firm in the saddle, and his hand steady on the bridle, not one of us
gave way to fear, not even when the terrible bomb-shells whirled through
the air and burst into a thousand pieces.

"I, with my noble master, went into many actions together without a
wound; and though I saw horses shot down with bullets, pierced through
with lances, and gashed with fearful saber-cuts; though we left them dead
on the field, or dying in the agony of their wounds, I don't think I feared for
myself. My master's cheery voice, as he encouraged his men, made me feel
as if he and I could not be killed. I had such perfect trust in him that while
he was guiding me I was ready to charge up to the very cannon's mouth. I
saw many brave men cut down, many fall mortally wounded from their
saddles. I had heard the cries and groans of the dying, I had cantered over
ground slippery with blood, and frequently had to turn aside to avoid
trampling on wounded man or horse, but, until one dreadful day, I had
never felt terror; that day I shall never forget."

Here old Captain paused for awhile and drew a long breath; I waited, and
he went on.

"It was one autumn morning, and as usual, an hour before daybreak our
cavalry had turned out, ready caparisoned for the day's work, whether it
might be fighting or waiting. The men stood by their horses waiting, ready
for orders. As the light increased there seemed to be some excitement
among the officers; and before the day was well begun we heard the firing
of the enemy's guns.

"Then one of the officers rode up and gave the word for the men to mount,
and in a second every man was in his saddle, and every horse stood
expecting the touch of the rein, or the pressure of his rider's heels, all
animated, all eager; but still we had been trained so well that, except by the
champing of our bits, and the restive tossing of our heads from time to
time, it could not be said that we stirred.
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"My dear master and I were at the head of the line, and as all sat motionless
and watchful, he took a little stray lock of my mane which had turned over
on the wrong side, laid it over on the right, and smoothed it down with his
hand; then patting my neck, he said, 'We shall have a day of it to-day,
Bayard, my beauty; but we'll do our duty as we have done.' He stroked my
neck that morning more, I think, than he had ever done before; quietly on
and on, as if he were thinking of something else. I loved to feel his hand on
my neck, and arched my crest proudly and happily; but I stood very still,
for I knew all his moods, and when he liked me to be quiet, and when gay.

"I cannot tell all that happened on that day, but I will tell of the last charge
that we made together; it was across a valley right in front of the enemy's
cannon. By this time we were well used to the roar of heavy guns, the rattle
of musket fire, and the flying of shot near us; but never had I been under
such a fire as we rode through on that day. From the right, from the left,
and from the front, shot and shell poured in upon us. Many a brave man
went down, many a horse fell, flinging his rider to the earth; many a horse
without a rider ran wildly out of the ranks; then terrified at being alone,
with no hand to guide him, came pressing in among his old companions, to
gallop with them to the charge.

"Fearful as it was, no one stopped, no one turned back. Every moment the
ranks were thinned, but as our comrades fell, we closed in to keep them
together; and instead of being shaken or staggered in our pace our gallop
became faster and faster as we neared the cannon.

"My master, my dear master was cheering on his comrades with his right
arm raised on high, when one of the balls whizzing close to my head struck
him. I felt him stagger with the shock, though he uttered no cry; I tried to
check my speed, but the sword dropped from his right hand, the rein fell
loose from the left, and sinking backward from the saddle he fell to the
earth; the other riders swept past us, and by the force of their charge I was
driven from the spot.

"I wanted to keep my place by his side and not leave him under that rush of
horses' feet, but it was in vain; and now without a master or a friend I was
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alone on that great slaughter ground; then fear took hold on me, and I
trembled as I had never trembled before; and I too, as I had seen other
horses do, tried to join in the ranks and gallop with them; but I was beaten
off by the swords of the soldiers. Just then a soldier whose horse had been
killed under him caught at my bridle and mounted me, and with this new
master I was again going forward; but our gallant company was cruelly
overpowered, and those who remained alive after the fierce fight for the
guns came galloping back over the same ground. Some of the horses had
been so badly wounded that they could scarcely move from the loss of
blood; other noble creatures were trying on three legs to drag themselves
along, and others were struggling to rise on their fore feet, when their hind
legs had been shattered by shot. After the battle the wounded men were
brought in and the dead were buried."

"And what about the wounded horses?" I said; "were they left to die?"

"No, the army farriers went over the field with their pistols and shot all that
were ruined; some that had only slight wounds were brought back and
attended to, but the greater part of the noble, willing creatures that went out
that morning never came back! In our stables there was only about one in
four that returned.

"I never saw my dear master again. I believe he fell dead from the saddle. I
never loved any other master so well. I went into many other engagements,
but was only once wounded, and then not seriously; and when the war was
over I came back again to England, as sound and strong as when I went
out."

I said, "I have heard people talk about war as if it was a very fine thing."

"Ah!" said he, "I should think they never saw it. No doubt it is very fine
when there is no enemy, when it is just exercise and parade and sham fight.
Yes, it is very fine then; but when thousands of good brave men and horses
are killed or crippled for life, it has a very different look."

"Do you know what they fought about?" said I.

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"No," he said, "that is more than a horse can understand, but the enemy
must have been awfully wicked people, if it was right to go all that way
over the sea on purpose to kill them."

35 Jerry Barker

I never knew a better man than my new master. He was kind and good, and
as strong for the right as John Manly; and so good-tempered and merry that
very few people could pick a quarrel with him. He was very fond of making
little songs, and singing them to himself. One he was very fond of was this:

"Come, father and mother, And sister and brother, Come, all of you, turn to
And help one another."

And so they did; Harry was as clever at stable-work as a much older boy,
and always wanted to do what he could. Then Polly and Dolly used to come
in the morning to help with the cab--to brush and beat the cushions, and rub
the glass, while Jerry was giving us a cleaning in the yard, and Harry was
rubbing the harness. There used to be a great deal of laughing and fun
between them, and it put Captain and me in much better spirits than if we
had heard scolding and hard words. They were always early in the morning,
for Jerry would say:

"If you in the morning Throw minutes away, You can't pick them up In the
course of a day. You may hurry and scurry, And flurry and worry, You've
lost them forever, Forever and aye."

He could not bear any careless loitering and waste of time; and nothing was
so near making him angry as to find people, who were always late, wanting
a cab horse to be driven hard, to make up for their idleness.

One day two wild-looking young men came out of a tavern close by the
stand, and called Jerry.

"Here, cabby! look sharp, we are rather late; put on the steam, will you, and
take us to the Victoria in time for the one o'clock train? You shall have a
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shilling extra."

"I will take you at the regular pace, gentlemen; shillings don't pay for
putting on the steam like that."

Larry's cab was standing next to ours; he flung open the door, and said, "I'm
your man, gentlemen! take my cab, my horse will get you there all right;"
and as he shut them in, with a wink toward Jerry, said, "It's against his
conscience to go beyond a jog-trot." Then slashing his jaded horse, he set
off as hard as he could. Jerry patted me on the neck: "No, Jack, a shilling
would not pay for that sort of thing, would it, old boy?"

Although Jerry was determinedly set against hard driving, to please careless
people, he always went a good fair pace, and was not against putting on the
steam, as he said, if only he knew why.

I well remember one morning, as we were on the stand waiting for a fare,
that a young man, carrying a heavy portmanteau, trod on a piece of orange
peel which lay on the pavement, and fell down with great force.

Jerry was the first to run and lift him up. He seemed much stunned, and as
they led him into a shop he walked as if he were in great pain. Jerry of
course came back to the stand, but in about ten minutes one of the shopmen
called him, so we drew up to the pavement.

"Can you take me to the South-Eastern Railway?" said the young man;
"this unlucky fall has made me late, I fear; but it is of great importance that
I should not lose the twelve o'clock train. I should be most thankful if you
could get me there in time, and will gladly pay you an extra fare."

"I'll do my very best," said Jerry heartily, "if you think you are well enough,
sir," for he looked dreadfully white and ill.

"I must go," he said earnestly, "please to open the door, and let us lose no
time."
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The next minute Jerry was on the box; with a cheery chirrup to me, and a
twitch of the rein that I well understood.

"Now then, Jack, my boy," said he, "spin along, we'll show them how we
can get over the ground, if we only know why."

It is always difficult to drive fast in the city in the middle of the day, when
the streets are full of traffic, but we did what could be done; and when a
good driver and a good horse, who understand each other, are of one mind,
it is wonderful what they can do. I had a very good mouth--that is I could
be guided by the slightest touch of the rein; and that is a great thing in
London, among carriages, omnibuses, carts, vans, trucks, cabs, and great
wagons creeping along at a walking pace; some going one way, some
another, some going slowly, others wanting to pass them; omnibuses
stopping short every few minutes to take up a passenger, obliging the horse
that is coming behind to pull up too, or to pass, and get before them;
perhaps you try to pass, but just then something else comes dashing in
through the narrow opening, and you have to keep in behind the omnibus
again; presently you think you see a chance, and manage to get to the front,
going so near the wheels on each side that half an inch nearer and they
would scrape. Well, you get along for a bit, but soon find yourself in a long
train of carts and carriages all obliged to go at a walk; perhaps you come to
a regular block-up, and have to stand still for minutes together, till
something clears out into a side street, or the policeman interferes; you
have to be ready for any chance--to dash forward if there be an opening,
and be quick as a rat-dog to see if there be room and if there be time, lest
you get your own wheels locked or smashed, or the shaft of some other
vehicle run into your chest or shoulder. All this is what you have to be
ready for. If you want to get through London fast in the middle of the day it
wants a deal of practice.

Jerry and I were used to it, and no one could beat us at getting through
when we were set upon it. I was quick and bold and could always trust my
driver; Jerry was quick and patient at the same time, and could trust his
horse, which was a great thing too. He very seldom used the whip; I knew
by his voice, and his click, click, when he wanted to get on fast, and by the
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rein where I was to go; so there was no need for whipping; but I must go
back to my story.

The streets were very full that day, but we got on pretty well as far as the
bottom of Cheapside, where there was a block for three or four minutes.
The young man put his head out and said anxiously, "I think I had better get
out and walk; I shall never get there if this goes on."

"I'll do all that can be done, sir," said Jerry; "I think we shall be in time.
This block-up cannot last much longer, and your luggage is very heavy for
you to carry, sir."

Just then the cart in front of us began to move on, and then we had a good
turn. In and out, in and out we went, as fast as horseflesh could do it, and
for a wonder had a good clear time on London Bridge, for there was a
whole train of cabs and carriages all going our way at a quick trot, perhaps
wanting to catch that very train. At any rate, we whirled into the station
with many more, just as the great clock pointed to eight minutes to twelve
o'clock.

"Thank God! we are in time," said the young man, "and thank you, too, my
friend, and your good horse. You have saved me more than money can ever
pay for. Take this extra half-crown."

"No, sir, no, thank you all the same; so glad we hit the time, sir; but don't
stay now, sir, the bell is ringing. Here, porter! take this gentleman's
luggage--Dover line twelve o'clock train--that's it," and without waiting for
another word Jerry wheeled me round to make room for other cabs that
were dashing up at the last minute, and drew up on one side till the crush
was past.

"'So glad!' he said, 'so glad!' Poor young fellow! I wonder what it was that
made him so anxious!"

Jerry often talked to himself quite loud enough for me to hear when we
were not moving.
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On Jerry's return to the rank there was a good deal of laughing and chaffing
at him for driving hard to the train for an extra fare, as they said, all against
his principles, and they wanted to know how much he had pocketed.

"A good deal more than I generally get," said he, nodding slyly; "what he
gave me will keep me in little comforts for several days."

"Gammon!" said one.

"He's a humbug," said another; "preaching to us and then doing the same
himself."

"Look here, mates," said Jerry; "the gentleman offered me half a crown
extra, but I didn't take it; 'twas quite pay enough for me to see how glad he
was to catch that train; and if Jack and I choose to have a quick run now
and then to please ourselves, that's our business and not yours."

"Well," said Larry, "you'll never be a rich man."

"Most likely not," said Jerry; "but I don't know that I shall be the less happy
for that. I have heard the commandments read a great many times and I
never noticed that any of them said, 'Thou shalt be rich'; and there are a
good many curious things said in the New Testament about rich men that I
think would make me feel rather queer if I was one of them."

"If you ever do get rich," said Governor Gray, looking over his shoulder
across the top of his cab, "you'll deserve it, Jerry, and you won't find a curse
come with your wealth. As for you, Larry, you'll die poor; you spend too
much in whipcord."

"Well," said Larry, "what is a fellow to do if his horse won't go without it?"

"You never take the trouble to see if he will go without it; your whip is
always going as if you had the St. Vitus' dance in your arm, and if it does
not wear you out it wears your horse out; you know you are always
changing your horses; and why? Because you never give them any peace or
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encouragement."

"Well, I have not had good luck," said Larry, "that's where it is."

"And you never will," said the governor. "Good Luck is rather particular
who she rides with, and mostly prefers those who have got common sense
and a good heart; at least that is my experience."

Governor Gray turned round again to his newspaper, and the other men
went to their cabs.

36 The Sunday Cab

One morning, as Jerry had just put me into the shafts and was fastening the
traces, a gentleman walked into the yard. "Your servant, sir," said Jerry.

"Good-morning, Mr. Barker," said the gentleman. "I should be glad to

make some arrangements with you for taking Mrs. Briggs regularly to
church on Sunday mornings. We go to the New Church now, and that is
rather further than she can walk."

"Thank you, sir," said Jerry, "but I have only taken out a six-days' license,*
and therefore I could not take a fare on a Sunday; it would not be legal."

* A few years since the annual charge for a cab license was very much
reduced, and the difference between the six and seven days' cabs was
abolished.

"Oh!" said the other, "I did not know yours was a six-days' cab; but of
course it would be very easy to alter your license. I would see that you did
not lose by it; the fact is, Mrs. Briggs very much prefers you to drive her."

"I should be glad to oblige the lady, sir, but I had a seven-days' license
once, and the work was too hard for me, and too hard for my horses. Year
in and year out, not a day's rest, and never a Sunday with my wife and
children; and never able to go to a place of worship, which I had always
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been used to do before I took to the driving box. So for the last five years I
have only taken a six-days' license, and I find it better all the way round."

"Well, of course," replied Mr. Briggs, "it is very proper that every person
should have rest, and be able to go to church on Sundays, but I should have
thought you would not have minded such a short distance for the horse, and
only once a day; you would have all the afternoon and evening for yourself,
and we are very good customers, you know."

"Yes, sir, that is true, and I am grateful for all favors, I am sure; and
anything that I could do to oblige you, or the lady, I should be proud and
happy to do; but I can't give up my Sundays, sir, indeed I can't. I read that
God made man, and he made horses and all the other beasts, and as soon as
He had made them He made a day of rest, and bade that all should rest one
day in seven; and I think, sir, He must have known what was good for
them, and I am sure it is good for me; I am stronger and healthier
altogether, now that I have a day of rest; the horses are fresh too, and do not
wear up nearly so fast. The six-day drivers all tell me the same, and I have
laid by more money in the savings bank than ever I did before; and as for
the wife and children, sir, why, heart alive! they would not go back to the
seven days for all they could see."

"Oh, very well," said the gentleman. "Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Barker,
any further. I will inquire somewhere else," and he walked away.

"Well," says Jerry to me, "we can't help it, Jack, old boy; we must have our
Sundays."

"Polly!" he shouted, "Polly! come here."

She was there in a minute.

"What is it all about, Jerry?"

"Why, my dear, Mr. Briggs wants me to take Mrs. Briggs to church every
Sunday morning. I say I have only a six-days' license. He says, 'Get a
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seven-days' license, and I'll make it worth your while;' and you know,
Polly, they are very good customers to us. Mrs. Briggs often goes out
shopping for hours, or making calls, and then she pays down fair and
honorable like a lady; there's no beating down or making three hours into
two hours and a half, as some folks do; and it is easy work for the horses;
not like tearing along to catch trains for people that are always a quarter of
an hour too late; and if I don't oblige her in this matter it is very likely we
shall lose them altogether. What do you say, little woman?"

"I say, Jerry," says she, speaking very slowly, "I say, if Mrs. Briggs would
give you a sovereign every Sunday morning, I would not have you a
seven-days' cabman again. We have known what it was to have no
Sundays, and now we know what it is to call them our own. Thank God,
you earn enough to keep us, though it is sometimes close work to pay for
all the oats and hay, the license, and the rent besides; but Harry will soon be
earning something, and I would rather struggle on harder than we do than
go back to those horrid times when you hardly had a minute to look at your
own children, and we never could go to a place of worship together, or have
a happy, quiet day. God forbid that we should ever turn back to those times;
that's what I say, Jerry."

"And that is just what I told Mr. Briggs, my dear," said Jerry, "and what I
mean to stick to. So don't go and fret yourself, Polly" (for she had begun to
cry); "I would not go back to the old times if I earned twice as much, so
that is settled, little woman. Now, cheer up, and I'll be off to the stand."

Three weeks had passed away after this conversation, and no order had
come from Mrs. Briggs; so there was nothing but taking jobs from the
stand. Jerry took it to heart a good deal, for of course the work was harder
for horse and man. But Polly would always cheer him up, and say, "Never
mind, father, never, mind.

"'Do your best, And leave the rest, 'Twill all come right Some day or
night.'"
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It soon became known that Jerry had lost his best customer, and for what
reason. Most of the men said he was a fool, but two or three took his part.

"If workingmen don't stick to their Sunday," said Truman, "they'll soon
have none left; it is every man's right and every beast's right. By God's law
we have a day of rest, and by the law of England we have a day of rest; and
I say we ought to hold to the rights these laws give us and keep them for
our children."

"All very well for you religious chaps to talk so," said Larry; "but I'll turn a
shilling when I can. I don't believe in religion, for I don't see that your
religious people are any better than the rest."

"If they are not better," put in Jerry, "it is because they are not religious.
You might as well say that our country's laws are not good because some
people break them. If a man gives way to his temper, and speaks evil of his
neighbor, and does not pay his debts, he is not religious, I don't care how
much he goes to church. If some men are shams and humbugs, that does
not make religion untrue. Real religion is the best and truest thing in the
world, and the only thing that can make a man really happy or make the
world we live in any better."

"If religion was good for anything," said Jones, "it would prevent your
religious people from making us work on Sundays, as you know many of
them do, and that's why I say religion is nothing but a sham; why, if it was
not for the church and chapel-goers it would be hardly worth while our
coming out on a Sunday. But they have their privileges, as they call them,
and I go without. I shall expect them to answer for my soul, if I can't get a
chance of saving it."

Several of the men applauded this, till Jerry said:

"That may sound well enough, but it won't do; every man must look after
his own soul; you can't lay it down at another man's door like a foundling
and expect him to take care of it; and don't you see, if you are always sitting
on your box waiting for a fare, they will say, 'If we don't take him some one
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else will, and he does not look for any Sunday.' Of course, they don't go to
the bottom of it, or they would see if they never came for a cab it would be
no use your standing there; but people don't always like to go to the bottom
of things; it may not be convenient to do it; but if you Sunday drivers
would all strike for a day of rest the thing would be done."

"And what would all the good people do if they could not get to their
favorite preachers?" said Larry.

"'Tis not for me to lay down plans for other people," said Jerry, "but if they
can't walk so far they can go to what is nearer; and if it should rain they can
put on their mackintoshes as they do on a week-day. If a thing is right it can
be done, and if it is wrong it can be done without; and a good man will find
a way. And that is as true for us cabmen as it is for the church-goers."

37 The Golden Rule

Two or three weeks after this, as we came into the yard rather late in the
evening, Polly came running across the road with the lantern (she always
brought it to him if it was not very wet).

"It has all come right, Jerry; Mrs. Briggs sent her servant this afternoon to
ask you to take her out to-morrow at eleven o'clock. I said, 'Yes, I thought
so, but we supposed she employed some one else now.'"

"'Well,' said he, 'the real fact is, master was put out because Mr. Barker
refused to come on Sundays, and he has been trying other cabs, but there's
something wrong with them all; some drive too fast, and some too slow,
and the mistress says there is not one of them so nice and clean as yours,
and nothing will suit her but Mr. Barker's cab again.'"

Polly was almost out of breath, and Jerry broke out into a merry laugh.

"''Twill all come right some day or night': you were right, my dear; you
generally are. Run in and get the supper, and I'll have Jack's harness off and
make him snug and happy in no time."
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After this Mrs. Briggs wanted Jerry's cab quite as often as before, never,
however, on a Sunday; but there came a day when we had Sunday work,
and this was how it happened. We had all come home on the Saturday night
very tired, and very glad to think that the next day would be all rest, but so
it was not to be.

On Sunday morning Jerry was cleaning me in the yard, when Polly stepped
up to him, looking very full of something.

"What is it?" said Jerry.

"Well, my dear," she said, "poor Dinah Brown has just had a letter brought
to say that her mother is dangerously ill, and that she must go directly if she
wishes to see her alive. The place is more than ten miles away from here,
out in the country, and she says if she takes the train she should still have
four miles to walk; and so weak as she is, and the baby only four weeks
old, of course that would be impossible; and she wants to know if you
would take her in your cab, and she promises to pay you faithfully, as she
can get the money."

"Tut, tut! we'll see about that. It was not the money I was thinking about,
but of losing our Sunday; the horses are tired, and I am tired, too--that's
where it pinches."

"It pinches all round, for that matter," said Polly, "for it's only half Sunday
without you, but you know we should do to other people as we should like
they should do to us; and I know very well what I should like if my mother
was dying; and Jerry, dear, I am sure it won't break the Sabbath; for if
pulling a poor beast or donkey out of a pit would not spoil it, I am quite
sure taking poor Dinah would not do it."

"Why, Polly, you are as good as the minister, and so, as I've had my
Sunday-morning sermon early to-day, you may go and tell Dinah that I'll be
ready for her as the clock strikes ten; but stop--just step round to butcher
Braydon's with my compliments, and ask him if he would lend me his light
trap; I know he never uses it on the Sunday, and it would make a wonderful
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difference to the horse."

Away she went, and soon returned, saying that he could have the trap and
welcome.

"All right," said he; "now put me up a bit of bread and cheese, and I'll be
back in the afternoon as soon as I can."

"And I'll have the meat pie ready for an early tea instead of for dinner," said
Polly; and away she went, while he made his preparations to the tune of
"Polly's the woman and no mistake", of which tune he was very fond.

I was selected for the journey, and at ten o'clock we started, in a light,
high-wheeled gig, which ran so easily that after the four-wheeled cab it
seemed like nothing.

It was a fine May day, and as soon as we were out of the town, the sweet
air, the smell of the fresh grass, and the soft country roads were as pleasant
as they used to be in the old times, and I soon began to feel quite fresh.

Dinah's family lived in a small farmhouse, up a green lane, close by a

meadow with some fine shady trees; there were two cows feeding in it. A
young man asked Jerry to bring his trap into the meadow, and he would tie
me up in the cowshed; he wished he had a better stable to offer.

"If your cows would not be offended," said Jerry, "there is nothing my
horse would like so well as to have an hour or two in your beautiful
meadow; he's quiet, and it would be a rare treat for him."

"Do, and welcome," said the young man; "the best we have is at your
service for your kindness to my sister; we shall be having some dinner in an
hour, and I hope you'll come in, though with mother so ill we are all out of
sorts in the house."

Jerry thanked him kindly, but said as he had some dinner with him there
was nothing he should like so well as walking about in the meadow.
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When my harness was taken off I did not know what I should do
first--whether to eat the grass, or roll over on my back, or lie down and rest,
or have a gallop across the meadow out of sheer spirits at being free; and I
did all by turns. Jerry seemed to be quite as happy as I was; he sat down by
a bank under a shady tree, and listened to the birds, then he sang himself,
and read out of the little brown book he is so fond of, then wandered round
the meadow, and down by a little brook, where he picked the flowers and
the hawthorn, and tied them up with long sprays of ivy; then he gave me a
good feed of the oats which he had brought with him; but the time seemed
all too short--I had not been in a field since I left poor Ginger at Earlshall.

We came home gently, and Jerry's first words were, as we came into the
yard, "Well, Polly, I have not lost my Sunday after all, for the birds were
singing hymns in every bush, and I joined in the service; and as for Jack, he
was like a young colt."

When he handed Dolly the flowers she jumped about for joy.

38 Dolly and a Real Gentleman

Winter came in early, with a great deal of cold and wet. There was snow, or
sleet, or rain almost every day for weeks, changing only for keen driving
winds or sharp frosts. The horses all felt it very much. When it is a dry cold
a couple of good thick rugs will keep the warmth in us; but when it is
soaking rain they soon get wet through and are no good. Some of the
drivers had a waterproof cover to throw over, which was a fine thing; but
some of the men were so poor that they could not protect either themselves
or their horses, and many of them suffered very much that winter. When we
horses had worked half the day we went to our dry stables, and could rest,
while they had to sit on their boxes, sometimes staying out as late as one or
two o'clock in the morning if they had a party to wait for.

When the streets were slippery with frost or snow that was the worst of all
for us horses. One mile of such traveling, with a weight to draw and no firm
footing, would take more out of us than four on a good road; every nerve
and muscle of our bodies is on the strain to keep our balance; and, added to
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this, the fear of falling is more exhausting than anything else. If the roads
are very bad indeed our shoes are roughed, but that makes us feel nervous
at first.

When the weather was very bad many of the men would go and sit in the
tavern close by, and get some one to watch for them; but they often lost a
fare in that way, and could not, as Jerry said, be there without spending
money. He never went to the Rising Sun; there was a coffee-shop near,
where he now and then went, or he bought of an old man, who came to our
rank with tins of hot coffee and pies. It was his opinion that spirits and beer
made a man colder afterward, and that dry clothes, good food, cheerfulness,
and a comfortable wife at home, were the best things to keep a cabman
warm. Polly always supplied him with something to eat when he could not
get home, and sometimes he would see little Dolly peeping from the corner
of the street, to make sure if "father" was on the stand. If she saw him she
would run off at full speed and soon come back with something in a tin or
basket, some hot soup or pudding Polly had ready. It was wonderful how
such a little thing could get safely across the street, often thronged with
horses and carriages; but she was a brave little maid, and felt it quite an
honor to bring "father's first course", as he used to call it. She was a general
favorite on the stand, and there was not a man who would not have seen her
safely across the street, if Jerry had not been able to do it.

One cold windy day Dolly had brought Jerry a basin of something hot, and
was standing by him while he ate it. He had scarcely begun when a
gentleman, walking toward us very fast, held up his umbrella. Jerry touched
his hat in return, gave the basin to Dolly, and was taking off my cloth,
when the gentleman, hastening up, cried out, "No, no, finish your soup, my
friend; I have not much time to spare, but I can wait till you have done, and
set your little girl safe on the pavement." So saying, he seated himself in the
cab. Jerry thanked him kindly, and came back to Dolly.

"There, Dolly, that's a gentleman; that's a real gentleman, Dolly; he has got
time and thought for the comfort of a poor cabman and a little girl."
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Jerry finished his soup, set the child across, and then took his orders to
drive to Clapham Rise. Several times after that the same gentleman took
our cab. I think he was very fond of dogs and horses, for whenever we took
him to his own door two or three dogs would come bounding out to meet
him. Sometimes he came round and patted me, saying in his quiet, pleasant
way, "This horse has got a good master, and he deserves it." It was a very
rare thing for any one to notice the horse that had been working for him. I
have known ladies to do it now and then, and this gentleman, and one or
two others have given me a pat and a kind word; but ninety-nine persons
out of a hundred would as soon think of patting the steam engine that drew
the train.

The gentleman was not young, and there was a forward stoop in his
shoulders as if he was always going at something. His lips were thin and
close shut, though they had a very pleasant smile; his eye was keen, and
there was something in his jaw and the motion of his head that made one
think he was very determined in anything he set about. His voice was
pleasant and kind; any horse would trust that voice, though it was just as
decided as everything else about him.

One day he and another gentleman took our cab; they stopped at a shop in
R---- Street, and while his friend went in he stood at the door. A little ahead
of us on the other side of the street a cart with two very fine horses was
standing before some wine vaults; the carter was not with them, and I
cannot tell how long they had been standing, but they seemed to think they
had waited long enough, and began to move off. Before they had gone
many paces the carter came running out and caught them. He seemed
furious at their having moved, and with whip and rein punished them
brutally, even beating them about the head. Our gentleman saw it all, and
stepping quickly across the street, said in a decided voice:

"If you don't stop that directly, I'll have you arrested for leaving your
horses, and for brutal conduct."

The man, who had clearly been drinking, poured forth some abusive
language, but he left off knocking the horses about, and taking the reins,
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got into his cart; meantime our friend had quietly taken a note-book from
his pocket, and looking at the name and address painted on the cart, he
wrote something down.

"What do you want with that?" growled the carter, as he cracked his whip
and was moving on. A nod and a grim smile was the only answer he got.

On returning to the cab our friend was joined by his companion, who said
laughingly, "I should have thought, Wright, you had enough business of
your own to look after, without troubling yourself about other people's
horses and servants."

Our friend stood still for a moment, and throwing his head a little back, "Do
you know why this world is as bad as it is?"

"No," said the other.

"Then I'll tell you. It is because people think only about their own business,
and won't trouble themselves to stand up for the oppressed, nor bring the
wrongdoer to light. I never see a wicked thing like this without doing what
I can, and many a master has thanked me for letting him know how his
horses have been used."

"I wish there were more gentlemen like you, sir," said Jerry, "for they are
wanted badly enough in this city."

After this we continued our journey, and as they got out of the cab our
friend was saying, "My doctrine is this, that if we see cruelty or wrong that
we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in
the guilt."

39 Seedy Sam

I should say that for a cab-horse I was very well off indeed; my driver was
my owner, and it was his interest to treat me well and not overwork me,
even had he not been so good a man as he was; but there were a great many
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horses which belonged to the large cab-owners, who let them out to their
drivers for so much money a day. As the horses did not belong to these men
the only thing they thought of was how to get their money out of them,
first, to pay the master, and then to provide for their own living; and a
dreadful time some of these horses had of it. Of course, I understood but
little, but it was often talked over on the stand, and the governor, who was a
kind-hearted man and fond of horses, would sometimes speak up if one
came in very much jaded or ill-used.

One day a shabby, miserable-looking driver, who went by the name of

"Seedy Sam", brought in his horse looking dreadfully beat, and the
governor said:

"You and your horse look more fit for the police station than for this rank."

The man flung his tattered rug over the horse, turned full round upon the
Governor and said in a voice that sounded almost desperate:

"If the police have any business with the matter it ought to be with the
masters who charge us so much, or with the fares that are fixed so low. If a
man has to pay eighteen shillings a day for the use of a cab and two horses,
as many of us have to do in the season, and must make that up before we
earn a penny for ourselves I say 'tis more than hard work; nine shillings a
day to get out of each horse before you begin to get your own living. You
know that's true, and if the horses don't work we must starve, and I and my
children have known what that is before now. I've six of 'em, and only one
earns anything; I am on the stand fourteen or sixteen hours a day, and I
haven't had a Sunday these ten or twelve weeks; you know Skinner never
gives a day if he can help it, and if I don't work hard, tell me who does! I
want a warm coat and a mackintosh, but with so many to feed how can a
man get it? I had to pledge my clock a week ago to pay Skinner, and I shall
never see it again."

Some of the other drivers stood round nodding their heads and saying he
was right. The man went on:
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"You that have your own horses and cabs, or drive for good masters, have a
chance of getting on and a chance of doing right; I haven't. We can't charge
more than sixpence a mile after the first, within the four-mile radius. This
very morning I had to go a clear six miles and only took three shillings. I
could not get a return fare, and had to come all the way back; there's twelve
miles for the horse and three shillings for me. After that I had a three-mile
fare, and there were bags and boxes enough to have brought in a good
many twopences if they had been put outside; but you know how people
do; all that could be piled up inside on the front seat were put in and three
heavy boxes went on the top. That was sixpence, and the fare one and
sixpence; then I got a return for a shilling. Now that makes eighteen miles
for the horse and six shillings for me; there's three shillings still for that
horse to earn and nine shillings for the afternoon horse before I touch a
penny. Of course, it is not always so bad as that, but you know it often is,
and I say 'tis a mockery to tell a man that he must not overwork his horse,
for when a beast is downright tired there's nothing but the whip that will
keep his legs a-going; you can't help yourself--you must put your wife and
children before the horse; the masters must look to that, we can't. I don't
ill-use my horse for the sake of it; none of you can say I do. There's wrong
lays somewhere--never a day's rest, never a quiet hour with the wife and
children. I often feel like an old man, though I'm only forty-five. You know
how quick some of the gentry are to suspect us of cheating and
overcharging; why, they stand with their purses in their hands counting it
over to a penny and looking at us as if we were pickpockets. I wish some of
'em had got to sit on my box sixteen hours a day and get a living out of it
and eighteen shillings beside, and that in all weathers; they would not be so
uncommon particular never to give us a sixpence over or to cram all the
luggage inside. Of course, some of 'em tip us pretty handsome now and
then, or else we could not live; but you can't depend upon that."

The men who stood round much approved this speech, and one of them
said, "It is desperate hard, and if a man sometimes does what is wrong it is
no wonder, and if he gets a dram too much who's to blow him up?"

Jerry had taken no part in this conversation, but I never saw his face look so
sad before. The governor had stood with both his hands in his pockets; now
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he took his handkerchief out of his hat and wiped his forehead.

"You've beaten me, Sam," he said, "for it's all true, and I won't cast it up to
you any more about the police; it was the look in that horse's eye that came
over me. It is hard lines for man and it is hard lines for beast, and who's to
mend it I don't know: but anyway you might tell the poor beast that you
were sorry to take it out of him in that way. Sometimes a kind word is all
we can give 'em, poor brutes, and 'tis wonderful what they do understand."

A few mornings after this talk a new man came on the stand with Sam's
cab.

"Halloo!" said one, "what's up with Seedy Sam?"

"He's ill in bed," said the man; "he was taken last night in the yard, and
could scarcely crawl home. His wife sent a boy this morning to say his
father was in a high fever and could not get out, so I'm here instead."

The next morning the same man came again.

"How is Sam?" inquired the governor.

"He's gone," said the man.

"What, gone? You don't mean to say he's dead?"

"Just snuffed out," said the other; "he died at four o'clock this morning; all
yesterday he was raving--raving about Skinner, and having no Sundays. 'I
never had a Sunday's rest,' these were his last words."

No one spoke for a while, and then the governor said, "I'll tell you what,
mates, this is a warning for us."

40 Poor Ginger
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One day, while our cab and many others were waiting outside one of the
parks where music was playing, a shabby old cab drove up beside ours. The
horse was an old worn-out chestnut, with an ill-kept coat, and bones that
showed plainly through it, the knees knuckled over, and the fore-legs were
very unsteady. I had been eating some hay, and the wind rolled a little lock
of it that way, and the poor creature put out her long thin neck and picked it
up, and then turned and looked about for more. There was a hopeless look
in the dull eye that I could not help noticing, and then, as I was thinking
where I had seen that horse before, she looked full at me and said, "Black
Beauty, is that you?"

It was Ginger! but how changed! The beautifully arched and glossy neck
was now straight, and lank, and fallen in; the clean straight legs and
delicate fetlocks were swelled; the joints were grown out of shape with
hard work; the face, that was once so full of spirit and life, was now full of
suffering, and I could tell by the heaving of her sides, and her frequent
cough, how bad her breath was.

Our drivers were standing together a little way off, so I sidled up to her a
step or two, that we might have a little quiet talk. It was a sad tale that she
had to tell.

After a twelvemonth's run off at Earlshall, she was considered to be fit for
work again, and was sold to a gentleman. For a little while she got on very
well, but after a longer gallop than usual the old strain returned, and after
being rested and doctored she was again sold. In this way she changed
hands several times, but always getting lower down.

"And so at last," said she, "I was bought by a man who keeps a number of
cabs and horses, and lets them out. You look well off, and I am glad of it,
but I could not tell you what my life has been. When they found out my
weakness they said I was not worth what they gave for me, and that I must
go into one of the low cabs, and just be used up; that is what they are doing,
whipping and working with never one thought of what I suffer--they paid
for me, and must get it out of me, they say. The man who hires me now
pays a deal of money to the owner every day, and so he has to get it out of
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me too; and so it's all the week round and round, with never a Sunday rest."

I said, "You used to stand up for yourself if you were ill-used."

"Ah!" she said, "I did once, but it's no use; men are strongest, and if they
are cruel and have no feeling, there is nothing that we can do, but just bear
it--bear it on and on to the end. I wish the end was come, I wish I was dead.
I have seen dead horses, and I am sure they do not suffer pain; I wish I may
drop down dead at my work, and not be sent off to the knackers."

I was very much troubled, and I put my nose up to hers, but I could say
nothing to comfort her. I think she was pleased to see me, for she said,
"You are the only friend I ever had."

Just then her driver came up, and with a tug at her mouth backed her out of
the line and drove off, leaving me very sad indeed.

A short time after this a cart with a dead horse in it passed our cab-stand.
The head hung out of the cart-tail, the lifeless tongue was slowly dropping
with blood; and the sunken eyes! but I can't speak of them, the sight was
too dreadful. It was a chestnut horse with a long, thin neck. I saw a white
streak down the forehead. I believe it was Ginger; I hoped it was, for then
her troubles would be over. Oh! if men were more merciful they would
shoot us before we came to such misery.

41 The Butcher

I saw a great deal of trouble among the horses in London, and much of it
might have been prevented by a little common sense. We horses do not
mind hard work if we are treated reasonably, and I am sure there are many
driven by quite poor men who have a happier life than I had when I used to
go in the Countess of W----'s carriage, with my silver-mounted harness and
high feeding.

It often went to my heart to see how the little ponies were used, straining
along with heavy loads or staggering under heavy blows from some low,
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cruel boy. Once I saw a little gray pony with a thick mane and a pretty
head, and so much like Merrylegs that if I had not been in harness I should
have neighed to him. He was doing his best to pull a heavy cart, while a
strong rough boy was cutting him under the belly with his whip and
chucking cruelly at his little mouth. Could it be Merrylegs? It was just like
him; but then Mr. Blomefield was never to sell him, and I think he would
not do it; but this might have been quite as good a little fellow, and had as
happy a place when he was young.

I often noticed the great speed at which butchers' horses were made to go,
though I did not know why it was so till one day when we had to wait some
time in St. John's Wood. There was a butcher's shop next door, and as we
were standing a butcher's cart came dashing up at a great pace. The horse
was hot and much exhausted; he hung his head down, while his heaving
sides and trembling legs showed how hard he had been driven. The lad
jumped out of the cart and was getting the basket when the master came out
of the shop much displeased. After looking at the horse he turned angrily to
the lad.

"How many times shall I tell you not to drive in this way? You ruined the
last horse and broke his wind, and you are going to ruin this in the same
way. If you were not my own son I would dismiss you on the spot; it is a
disgrace to have a horse brought to the shop in a condition like that; you are
liable to be taken up by the police for such driving, and if you are you need
not look to me for bail, for I have spoken to you till I'm tired; you must
look out for yourself."

During this speech the boy had stood by, sullen and dogged, but when his
father ceased he broke out angrily. It wasn't his fault, and he wouldn't take
the blame; he was only going by orders all the time.

"You always say, 'Now be quick; now look sharp!' and when I go to the
houses one wants a leg of mutton for an early dinner and I must be back
with it in a quarter of an hour; another cook has forgotten to order the beef;
I must go and fetch it and be back in no time, or the mistress will scold; and
the housekeeper says they have company coming unexpectedly and must
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have some chops sent up directly; and the lady at No. 4, in the Crescent,
never orders her dinner till the meat comes in for lunch, and it's nothing but
hurry, hurry, all the time. If the gentry would think of what they want, and
order their meat the day before, there need not be this blow up!"

"I wish to goodness they would," said the butcher; "'twould save me a
wonderful deal of harass, and I could suit my customers much better if I
knew beforehand--But there! what's the use of talking--who ever thinks of a
butcher's convenience or a butcher's horse! Now, then, take him in and look
to him well; mind, he does not go out again to-day, and if anything else is
wanted you must carry it yourself in the basket." With that he went in, and
the horse was led away.

But all boys are not cruel. I have seen some as fond of their pony or donkey
as if it had been a favorite dog, and the little creatures have worked away as
cheerfully and willingly for their young drivers as I work for Jerry. It may
be hard work sometimes, but a friend's hand and voice make it easy.

There was a young coster-boy who came up our street with greens and
potatoes; he had an old pony, not very handsome, but the cheerfullest and
pluckiest little thing I ever saw, and to see how fond those two were of each
other was a treat. The pony followed his master like a dog, and when he got
into his cart would trot off without a whip or a word, and rattle down the
street as merrily as if he had come out of the queen's stables. Jerry liked the
boy, and called him "Prince Charlie", for he said he would make a king of
drivers some day.

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
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might be in a poor place.

42 The Election

As we came into the yard one afternoon Polly came out. "Jerry! I've had
Mr. B---- here asking about your vote, and he wants to hire your cab for the
election; he will call for an answer."

"Well, Polly, you may say that my cab will be otherwise engaged. I should
not like to have it pasted over with their great bills, and as to making Jack
and Captain race about to the public-houses to bring up half-drunken
voters, why, I think 'twould be an insult to the horses. No, I shan't do it."

"I suppose you'll vote for the gentleman? He said he was of your politics."

"So he is in some things, but I shall not vote for him, Polly; you know what
his trade is?"

"Yes."

"Well, a man who gets rich by that trade may be all very well in some
ways, but he is blind as to what workingmen want; I could not in my
conscience send him up to make the laws. I dare say they'll be angry, but
every man must do what he thinks to be the best for his country."

On the morning before the election, Jerry was putting me into the shafts,
when Dolly came into the yard sobbing and crying, with her little blue
frock and white pinafore spattered all over with mud.

"Why, Dolly, what is the matter?"

"Those naughty boys," she sobbed, "have thrown the dirt all over me, and
called me a little raga--raga--"

"They called her a little 'blue' ragamuffin, father," said Harry, who ran in
looking very angry; "but I have given it to them; they won't insult my sister
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again. I have given them a thrashing they will remember; a set of cowardly,
rascally 'orange' blackguards."

Jerry kissed the child and said, "Run in to mother, my pet, and tell her I
think you had better stay at home to-day and help her."

Then turning gravely to Harry:

"My boy, I hope you will always defend your sister, and give anybody who
insults her a good thrashing--that is as it should be; but mind, I won't have
any election blackguarding on my premises. There are as many 'blue'
blackguards as there are 'orange', and as many white as there are purple, or
any other color, and I won't have any of my family mixed up with it. Even
women and children are ready to quarrel for the sake of a color, and not one
in ten of them knows what it is about."

"Why, father, I thought blue was for Liberty."

"My boy, Liberty does not come from colors, they only show party, and all
the liberty you can get out of them is, liberty to get drunk at other people's
expense, liberty to ride to the poll in a dirty old cab, liberty to abuse any
one that does not wear your color, and to shout yourself hoarse at what you
only half-understand--that's your liberty!"

"Oh, father, you are laughing."

"No, Harry, I am serious, and I am ashamed to see how men go on who

ought to know better. An election is a very serious thing; at least it ought to
be, and every man ought to vote according to his conscience, and let his
neighbor do the same."

43 A Friend in Need

The election day came at last; there was no lack of work for Jerry and me.
First came a stout puffy gentleman with a carpet bag; he wanted to go to the
Bishopsgate station; then we were called by a party who wished to be taken
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to the Regent's Park; and next we were wanted in a side street where a
timid, anxious old lady was waiting to be taken to the bank; there we had to
stop to take her back again, and just as we had set her down a red-faced
gentleman, with a handful of papers, came running up out of breath, and
before Jerry could get down he had opened the door, popped himself in,
and called out, "Bow Street Police Station, quick!" so off we went with
him, and when after another turn or two we came back, there was no other
cab on the stand. Jerry put on my nose-bag, for as he said, "We must eat
when we can on such days as these; so munch away, Jack, and make the
best of your time, old boy."

I found I had a good feed of crushed oats wetted up with a little bran; this
would be a treat any day, but very refreshing then. Jerry was so thoughtful
and kind--what horse would not do his best for such a master? Then he took
out one of Polly's meat pies, and standing near me, he began to eat it. The
streets were very full, and the cabs, with the candidates' colors on them,
were dashing about through the crowd as if life and limb were of no
consequence; we saw two people knocked down that day, and one was a
woman. The horses were having a bad time of it, poor things! but the voters
inside thought nothing of that; many of them were half-drunk, hurrahing
out of the cab windows if their own party came by. It was the first election I
had seen, and I don't want to be in another, though I have heard things are
better now.

Jerry and I had not eaten many mouthfuls before a poor young woman,
carrying a heavy child, came along the street. She was looking this way and
that way, and seemed quite bewildered. Presently she made her way up to
Jerry and asked if he could tell her the way to St. Thomas' Hospital, and
how far it was to get there. She had come from the country that morning,
she said, in a market cart; she did not know about the election, and was
quite a stranger in London. She had got an order for the hospital for her
little boy. The child was crying with a feeble, pining cry.

"Poor little fellow!" she said, "he suffers a deal of pain; he is four years old
and can't walk any more than a baby; but the doctor said if I could get him
into the hospital he might get well; pray, sir, how far is it; and which way is
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it?"

"Why, missis," said Jerry, "you can't get there walking through crowds like
this! why, it is three miles away, and that child is heavy."

"Yes, bless him, he is; but I am strong, thank God, and if I knew the way I
think I should get on somehow; please tell me the way."

"You can't do it," said Jerry, "you might be knocked down and the child be
run over. Now look here, just get into this cab, and I'll drive you safe to the
hospital. Don't you see the rain is coming on?"

"No, sir, no; I can't do that, thank you, I have only just money enough to get
back with. Please tell me the way."

"Look you here, missis," said Jerry, "I've got a wife and dear children at
home, and I know a father's feelings; now get you into that cab, and I'll take
you there for nothing. I'd be ashamed of myself to let a woman and a sick
child run a risk like that."

"Heaven bless you!" said the woman, and burst into tears.

"There, there, cheer up, my dear, I'll soon take you there; come, let me put
you inside."

As Jerry went to open the door two men, with colors in their hats and
buttonholes, ran up calling out, "Cab!"

"Engaged," cried Jerry; but one of the men, pushing past the woman,
sprang into the cab, followed by the other. Jerry looked as stern as a
policeman. "This cab is already engaged, gentlemen, by that lady."

"Lady!" said one of them; "oh! she can wait; our business is very important,
besides we were in first, it is our right, and we shall stay in."
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A droll smile came over Jerry's face as he shut the door upon them. "All
right, gentlemen, pray stay in as long as it suits you; I can wait while you
rest yourselves." And turning his back upon them he walked up to the
young woman, who was standing near me. "They'll soon be gone," he said,
laughing; "don't trouble yourself, my dear."

And they soon were gone, for when they understood Jerry's dodge they got
out, calling him all sorts of bad names and blustering about his number and
getting a summons. After this little stoppage we were soon on our way to
the hospital, going as much as possible through by-streets. Jerry rung the
great bell and helped the young woman out.

"Thank you a thousand times," she said; "I could never have got here
alone."

"You're kindly welcome, and I hope the dear child will soon be better."

He watched her go in at the door, and gently he said to himself, "Inasmuch

as ye have done it to one of the least of these." Then he patted my neck,
which was always his way when anything pleased him.

The rain was now coming down fast, and just as we were leaving the
hospital the door opened again, and the porter called out, "Cab!" We
stopped, and a lady came down the steps. Jerry seemed to know her at
once; she put back her veil and said, "Barker! Jeremiah Barker, is it you? I
am very glad to find you here; you are just the friend I want, for it is very
difficult to get a cab in this part of London to-day."

"I shall be proud to serve you, ma'am; I am right glad I happened to be

here. Where may I take you to, ma'am?"

"To the Paddington Station, and then if we are in good time, as I think we
shall be, you shall tell me all about Mary and the children."

We got to the station in good time, and being under shelter the lady stood a
good while talking to Jerry. I found she had been Polly's mistress, and after
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many inquiries about her she said:

"How do you find the cab work suit you in winter? I know Mary was rather
anxious about you last year."

"Yes, ma'am, she was; I had a bad cough that followed me up quite into the
warm weather, and when I am kept out late she does worry herself a good
deal. You see, ma'am, it is all hours and all weathers, and that does try a
man's constitution; but I am getting on pretty well, and I should feel quite
lost if I had not horses to look after. I was brought up to it, and I am afraid I
should not do so well at anything else."

"Well, Barker," she said, "it would be a great pity that you should seriously
risk your health in this work, not only for your own but for Mary's and the
children's sake; there are many places where good drivers or good grooms
are wanted, and if ever you think you ought to give up this cab work let me
know."

Then sending some kind messages to Mary she put something into his
hand, saying, "There is five shillings each for the two children; Mary will
know how to spend it."

Jerry thanked her and seemed much pleased, and turning out of the station
we at last reached home, and I, at least, was tired.

44 Old Captain and His Successor

Captain and I were great friends. He was a noble old fellow, and he was
very good company. I never thought that he would have to leave his home
and go down the hill; but his turn came, and this was how it happened. I
was not there, but I heard all about it.

He and Jerry had taken a party to the great railway station over London
Bridge, and were coming back, somewhere between the bridge and the
monument, when Jerry saw a brewer's empty dray coming along, drawn by
two powerful horses. The drayman was lashing his horses with his heavy
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whip; the dray was light, and they started off at a furious rate; the man had
no control over them, and the street was full of traffic.

One young girl was knocked down and run over, and the next moment they
dashed up against our cab; both the wheels were torn off and the cab was
thrown over. Captain was dragged down, the shafts splintered, and one of
them ran into his side. Jerry, too, was thrown, but was only bruised; nobody
could tell how he escaped; he always said 'twas a miracle. When poor
Captain was got up he was found to be very much cut and knocked about.
Jerry led him home gently, and a sad sight it was to see the blood soaking
into his white coat and dropping from his side and shoulder. The drayman
was proved to be very drunk, and was fined, and the brewer had to pay
damages to our master; but there was no one to pay damages to poor
Captain.

The farrier and Jerry did the best they could to ease his pain and make him
comfortable. The fly had to be mended, and for several days I did not go
out, and Jerry earned nothing. The first time we went to the stand after the
accident the governor came up to hear how Captain was.

"He'll never get over it," said Jerry, "at least not for my work, so the farrier
said this morning. He says he may do for carting, and that sort of work. It
has put me out very much. Carting, indeed! I've seen what horses come to
at that work round London. I only wish all the drunkards could be put in a
lunatic asylum instead of being allowed to run foul of sober people. If they
would break their own bones, and smash their own carts, and lame their
own horses, that would be their own affair, and we might let them alone,
but it seems to me that the innocent always suffer; and then they talk about
compensation! You can't make compensation; there's all the trouble, and
vexation, and loss of time, besides losing a good horse that's like an old
friend--it's nonsense talking of compensation! If there's one devil that I
should like to see in the bottomless pit more than another, it's the drink
devil."

"I say, Jerry," said the governor, "you are treading pretty hard on my toes,
you know; I'm not so good as you are, more shame to me; I wish I was."
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"Well," said Jerry, "why don't you cut with it, governor? You are too good
a man to be the slave of such a thing."

"I'm a great fool, Jerry, but I tried once for two days, and I thought I should
have died; how did you do?"

"I had hard work at it for several weeks; you see I never did get drunk, but I
found that I was not my own master, and that when the craving came on it
was hard work to say 'no'. I saw that one of us must knock under, the drink
devil or Jerry Barker, and I said that it should not be Jerry Barker, God
helping me; but it was a struggle, and I wanted all the help I could get, for
till I tried to break the habit I did not know how strong it was; but then
Polly took such pains that I should have good food, and when the craving
came on I used to get a cup of coffee, or some peppermint, or read a bit in
my book, and that was a help to me; sometimes I had to say over and over
to myself, 'Give up the drink or lose your soul! Give up the drink or break
Polly's heart!' But thanks be to God, and my dear wife, my chains were
broken, and now for ten years I have not tasted a drop, and never wish for
it."

"I've a great mind to try at it," said Grant, "for 'tis a poor thing not to be
one's own master."

"Do, governor, do, you'll never repent it, and what a help it would be to
some of the poor fellows in our rank if they saw you do without it. I know
there's two or three would like to keep out of that tavern if they could."

At first Captain seemed to do well, but he was a very old horse, and it was
only his wonderful constitution, and Jerry's care, that had kept him up at the
cab work so long; now he broke down very much. The farrier said he might
mend up enough to sell for a few pounds, but Jerry said, no! a few pounds
got by selling a good old servant into hard work and misery would canker
all the rest of his money, and he thought the kindest thing he could do for
the fine old fellow would be to put a sure bullet through his head, and then
he would never suffer more; for he did not know where to find a kind
master for the rest of his days.
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The day after this was decided Harry took me to the forge for some new
shoes; when I returned Captain was gone. I and the family all felt it very
much.

Jerry had now to look out for another horse, and he soon heard of one
through an acquaintance who was under-groom in a nobleman's stables. He
was a valuable young horse, but he had run away, smashed into another
carriage, flung his lordship out, and so cut and blemished himself that he
was no longer fit for a gentleman's stables, and the coachman had orders to
look round, and sell him as well as he could.

"I can do with high spirits," said Jerry, "if a horse is not vicious or
hard-mouthed."

"There is not a bit of vice in him," said the man; "his mouth is very tender,
and I think myself that was the cause of the accident; you see he had just
been clipped, and the weather was bad, and he had not had exercise enough,
and when he did go out he was as full of spring as a balloon. Our governor
(the coachman, I mean) had him harnessed in as tight and strong as he
could, with the martingale, and the check-rein, a very sharp curb, and the
reins put in at the bottom bar. It is my belief that it made the horse mad,
being tender in the mouth and so full of spirit."

"Likely enough; I'll come and see him," said Jerry.

The next day Hotspur, that was his name, came home; he was a fine brown
horse, without a white hair in him, as tall as Captain, with a very handsome
head, and only five years old. I gave him a friendly greeting by way of
good fellowship, but did not ask him any questions. The first night he was
very restless. Instead of lying down, he kept jerking his halter rope up and
down through the ring, and knocking the block about against the manger till
I could not sleep. However, the next day, after five or six hours in the cab,
he came in quiet and sensible. Jerry patted and talked to him a good deal,
and very soon they understood each other, and Jerry said that with an easy
bit and plenty of work he would be as gentle as a lamb; and that it was an
ill wind that blew nobody good, for if his lordship had lost a
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hundred-guinea favorite, the cabman had gained a good horse with all his
strength in him.

Hotspur thought it a great come-down to be a cab-horse, and was disgusted

at standing in the rank, but he confessed to me at the end of the week that
an easy mouth and a free head made up for a great deal, and after all, the
work was not so degrading as having one's head and tail fastened to each
other at the saddle. In fact, he settled in well, and Jerry liked him very
much.

45 Jerry's New Year

For some people Christmas and the New Year are very merry times; but for
cabmen and cabmen's horses it is no holiday, though it may be a harvest.
There are so many parties, balls, and places of amusement open that the
work is hard and often late. Sometimes driver and horse have to wait for
hours in the rain or frost, shivering with the cold, while the merry people
within are dancing away to the music. I wonder if the beautiful ladies ever
think of the weary cabman waiting on his box, and his patient beast
standing, till his legs get stiff with cold.

I had now most of the evening work, as I was well accustomed to standing,
and Jerry was also more afraid of Hotspur taking cold. We had a great deal
of late work in the Christmas week, and Jerry's cough was bad; but
however late we were, Polly sat up for him, and came out with a lantern to
meet him, looking anxious and troubled.

On the evening of the New Year we had to take two gentlemen to a house
in one of the West End Squares. We set them down at nine o'clock, and
were told to come again at eleven, "but," said one, "as it is a card party, you
may have to wait a few minutes, but don't be late."

As the clock struck eleven we were at the door, for Jerry was always
punctual. The clock chimed the quarters, one, two, three, and then struck
twelve, but the door did not open.
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The wind had been very changeable, with squalls of rain during the day, but
now it came on sharp, driving sleet, which seemed to come all the way
round; it was very cold, and there was no shelter. Jerry got off his box and
came and pulled one of my cloths a little more over my neck; then he took
a turn or two up and down, stamping his feet; then he began to beat his
arms, but that set him off coughing; so he opened the cab door and sat at
the bottom with his feet on the pavement, and was a little sheltered. Still the
clock chimed the quarters, and no one came. At half-past twelve he rang the
bell and asked the servant if he would be wanted that night.

"Oh, yes, you'll be wanted safe enough," said the man; "you must not go, it
will soon be over," and again Jerry sat down, but his voice was so hoarse I
could hardly hear him.

At a quarter past one the door opened, and the two gentlemen came out;
they got into the cab without a word, and told Jerry where to drive, that was
nearly two miles. My legs were numb with cold, and I thought I should
have stumbled. When the men got out they never said they were sorry to
have kept us waiting so long, but were angry at the charge; however, as
Jerry never charged more than was his due, so he never took less, and they
had to pay for the two hours and a quarter waiting; but it was hard-earned
money to Jerry.

At last we got home; he could hardly speak, and his cough was dreadful.
Polly asked no questions, but opened the door and held the lantern for him.

"Can't I do something?" she said.

"Yes; get Jack something warm, and then boil me some gruel."

This was said in a hoarse whisper; he could hardly get his breath, but he
gave me a rub-down as usual, and even went up into the hayloft for an extra
bundle of straw for my bed. Polly brought me a warm mash that made me
comfortable, and then they locked the door.
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It was late the next morning before any one came, and then it was only
Harry. He cleaned us and fed us, and swept out the stalls, then he put the
straw back again as if it was Sunday. He was very still, and neither whistled
nor sang. At noon he came again and gave us our food and water; this time
Dolly came with him; she was crying, and I could gather from what they
said that Jerry was dangerously ill, and the doctor said it was a bad case. So
two days passed, and there was great trouble indoors. We only saw Harry,
and sometimes Dolly. I think she came for company, for Polly was always
with Jerry, and he had to be kept very quiet.

On the third day, while Harry was in the stable, a tap came at the door, and
Governor Grant came in.

"I wouldn't go to the house, my boy," he said, "but I want to know how
your father is."

"He is very bad," said Harry, "he can't be much worse; they call it
'bronchitis'; the doctor thinks it will turn one way or another to-night."

"That's bad, very bad," said Grant, shaking his head; "I know two men who
died of that last week; it takes 'em off in no time; but while there's life
there's hope, so you must keep up your spirits."

"Yes," said Harry quickly, "and the doctor said that father had a better
chance than most men, because he didn't drink. He said yesterday the fever
was so high that if father had been a drinking man it would have burned
him up like a piece of paper; but I believe he thinks he will get over it; don't
you think he will, Mr. Grant?"

The governor looked puzzled.

"If there's any rule that good men should get over these things, I'm sure he
will, my boy; he's the best man I know. I'll look in early to-morrow."

Early next morning he was there.

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"Well?" said he.

"Father is better," said Harry. "Mother hopes he will get over it."

"Thank God!" said the governor, "and now you must keep him warm, and
keep his mind easy, and that brings me to the horses; you see Jack will be
all the better for the rest of a week or two in a warm stable, and you can
easily take him a turn up and down the street to stretch his legs; but this
young one, if he does not get work, he will soon be all up on end, as you
may say, and will be rather too much for you; and when he does go out
there'll be an accident."

"It is like that now," said Harry. "I have kept him short of corn, but he's so
full of spirit I don't know what to do with him."

"Just so," said Grant. "Now look here, will you tell your mother that if she
is agreeable I will come for him every day till something is arranged, and
take him for a good spell of work, and whatever he earns, I'll bring your
mother half of it, and that will help with the horses' feed. Your father is in a
good club, I know, but that won't keep the horses, and they'll be eating their
heads off all this time; I'll come at noon and hear what she says," and
without waiting for Harry's thanks he was gone.

At noon I think he went and saw Polly, for he and Harry came to the stable
together, harnessed Hotspur, and took him out.

For a week or more he came for Hotspur, and when Harry thanked him or
said anything about his kindness, he laughed it off, saying it was all good
luck for him, for his horses were wanting a little rest which they would not
otherwise have had.

Jerry grew better steadily, but the doctor said that he must never go back to
the cab work again if he wished to be an old man. The children had many
consultations together about what father and mother would do, and how
they could help to earn money.
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One afternoon Hotspur was brought in very wet and dirty.

"The streets are nothing but slush," said the governor; "it will give you a
good warming, my boy, to get him clean and dry."

"All right, governor," said Harry, "I shall not leave him till he is; you know
I have been trained by my father."

"I wish all the boys had been trained like you," said the governor.

While Harry was sponging off the mud from Hotspur's body and legs Dolly
came in, looking very full of something.

"Who lives at Fairstowe, Harry? Mother has got a letter from Fairstowe;
she seemed so glad, and ran upstairs to father with it."

"Don't you know? Why, it is the name of Mrs. Fowler's place--mother's old
mistress, you know--the lady that father met last summer, who sent you and
me five shillings each."

"Oh! Mrs. Fowler. Of course, I know all about her. I wonder what she is
writing to mother about."

"Mother wrote to her last week," said Harry; "you know she told father if
ever he gave up the cab work she would like to know. I wonder what she
says; run in and see, Dolly."

Harry scrubbed away at Hotspur with a huish! huish! like any old hostler.
In a few minutes Dolly came dancing into the stable.

"Oh! Harry, there never was anything so beautiful; Mrs. Fowler says we are
all to go and live near her. There is a cottage now empty that will just suit
us, with a garden and a henhouse, and apple-trees, and everything! and her
coachman is going away in the spring, and then she will want father in his
place; and there are good families round, where you can get a place in the
garden or the stable, or as a page-boy; and there's a good school for me; and
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mother is laughing and crying by turns, and father does look so happy!"

"That's uncommon jolly," said Harry, "and just the right thing, I should say;
it will suit father and mother both; but I don't intend to be a page-boy with
tight clothes and rows of buttons. I'll be a groom or a gardener."

It was quickly settled that as soon as Jerry was well enough they should
remove to the country, and that the cab and horses should be sold as soon
as possible.

This was heavy news for me, for I was not young now, and could not look
for any improvement in my condition. Since I left Birtwick I had never
been so happy as with my dear master Jerry; but three years of cab work,
even under the best conditions, will tell on one's strength, and I felt that I
was not the horse that I had been.

Grant said at once that he would take Hotspur, and there were men on the
stand who would have bought me; but Jerry said I should not go to cab
work again with just anybody, and the governor promised to find a place
for me where I should be comfortable.

The day came for going away. Jerry had not been allowed to go out yet, and
I never saw him after that New Year's eve. Polly and the children came to
bid me good-by. "Poor old Jack! dear old Jack! I wish we could take you
with us," she said, and then laying her hand on my mane she put her face
close to my neck and kissed me. Dolly was crying and kissed me too. Harry
stroked me a great deal, but said nothing, only he seemed very sad, and so I
was led away to my new place.

Part IV

46 Jakes and the Lady

I was sold to a corn dealer and baker, whom Jerry knew, and with him he
thought I should have good food and fair work. In the first he was quite
right, and if my master had always been on the premises I do not think I
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should have been overloaded, but there was a foreman who was always
hurrying and driving every one, and frequently when I had quite a full load
he would order something else to be taken on. My carter, whose name was
Jakes, often said it was more than I ought to take, but the other always
overruled him. "'Twas no use going twice when once would do, and he
chose to get business forward."

Jakes, like the other carters, always had the check-rein up, which prevented
me from drawing easily, and by the time I had been there three or four
months I found the work telling very much on my strength.

One day I was loaded more than usual, and part of the road was a steep
uphill. I used all my strength, but I could not get on, and was obliged
continually to stop. This did not please my driver, and he laid his whip on
badly. "Get on, you lazy fellow," he said, "or I'll make you."

Again I started the heavy load, and struggled on a few yards; again the
whip came down, and again I struggled forward. The pain of that great cart
whip was sharp, but my mind was hurt quite as much as my poor sides. To
be punished and abused when I was doing my very best was so hard it took
the heart out of me. A third time he was flogging me cruelly, when a lady
stepped quickly up to him, and said in a sweet, earnest voice:

"Oh! pray do not whip your good horse any more; I am sure he is doing all
he can, and the road is very steep; I am sure he is doing his best."

"If doing his best won't get this load up he must do something more than
his best; that's all I know, ma'am," said Jakes.

"But is it not a heavy load?" she said.

"Yes, yes, too heavy," he said; "but that's not my fault; the foreman came
just as we were starting, and would have three hundredweight more put on
to save him trouble, and I must get on with it as well as I can."

He was raising the whip again, when the lady said:

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"Pray, stop; I think I can help you if you will let me."

The man laughed.

"You see," she said, "you do not give him a fair chance; he cannot use all
his power with his head held back as it is with that check-rein; if you would
take it off I am sure he would do better--do try it," she said persuasively, "I
should be very glad if you would."

"Well, well," said Jakes, with a short laugh, "anything to please a lady, of
course. How far would you wish it down, ma'am?"

"Quite down, give him his head altogether."

The rein was taken off, and in a moment I put my head down to my very
knees. What a comfort it was! Then I tossed it up and down several times to
get the aching stiffness out of my neck.

"Poor fellow! that is what you wanted," said she, patting and stroking me
with her gentle hand; "and now if you will speak kindly to him and lead
him on I believe he will be able to do better."

Jakes took the rein. "Come on, Blackie." I put down my head, and threw
my whole weight against the collar; I spared no strength; the load moved
on, and I pulled it steadily up the hill, and then stopped to take breath.

The lady had walked along the footpath, and now came across into the
road. She stroked and patted my neck, as I had not been patted for many a
long day.

"You see he was quite willing when you gave him the chance; I am sure he
is a fine-tempered creature, and I dare say has known better days. You
won't put that rein on again, will you?" for he was just going to hitch it up
on the old plan.
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"Well, ma'am, I can't deny that having his head has helped him up the hill,
and I'll remember it another time, and thank you, ma'am; but if he went
without a check-rein I should be the laughing-stock of all the carters; it is
the fashion, you see."

"Is it not better," she said, "to lead a good fashion than to follow a bad one?
A great many gentlemen do not use check-reins now; our carriage horses
have not worn them for fifteen years, and work with much less fatigue than
those who have them; besides," she added in a very serious voice, "we have
no right to distress any of God's creatures without a very good reason; we
call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they
feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words. But I must not
detain you now; I thank you for trying my plan with your good horse, and I
am sure you will find it far better than the whip. Good-day," and with
another soft pat on my neck she stepped lightly across the path, and I saw
her no more.

"That was a real lady, I'll be bound for it," said Jakes to himself; "she spoke
just as polite as if I was a gentleman, and I'll try her plan, uphill, at any
rate;" and I must do him the justice to say that he let my rein out several
holes, and going uphill after that, he always gave me my head; but the
heavy loads went on. Good feed and fair rest will keep up one's strength
under full work, but no horse can stand against overloading; and I was
getting so thoroughly pulled down from this cause that a younger horse was
bought in my place. I may as well mention here what I suffered at this time
from another cause. I had heard horses speak of it, but had never myself
had experience of the evil; this was a badly-lighted stable; there was only
one very small window at the end, and the consequence was that the stalls
were almost dark.

Besides the depressing effect this had on my spirits, it very much weakened
my sight, and when I was suddenly brought out of the darkness into the
glare of daylight it was very painful to my eyes. Several times I stumbled
over the threshold, and could scarcely see where I was going.
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I believe, had I stayed there very long, I should have become purblind, and
that would have been a great misfortune, for I have heard men say that a
stone-blind horse was safer to drive than one which had imperfect sight, as
it generally makes them very timid. However, I escaped without any
permanent injury to my sight, and was sold to a large cab owner.

47 Hard Times

My new master I shall never forget; he had black eyes and a hooked nose,
his mouth was as full of teeth as a bull-dog's, and his voice was as harsh as
the grinding of cart wheels over graveled stones. His name was Nicholas
Skinner, and I believe he was the man that poor Seedy Sam drove for.

I have heard men say that seeing is believing; but I should say that feeling
is believing; for much as I had seen before, I never knew till now the utter
misery of a cab-horse's life.

Skinner had a low set of cabs and a low set of drivers; he was hard on the
men, and the men were hard on the horses. In this place we had no Sunday
rest, and it was in the heat of summer.

Sometimes on a Sunday morning a party of fast men would hire the cab for
the day; four of them inside and another with the driver, and I had to take
them ten or fifteen miles out into the country, and back again; never would
any of them get down to walk up a hill, let it be ever so steep, or the day
ever so hot--unless, indeed, when the driver was afraid I should not manage
it, and sometimes I was so fevered and worn that I could hardly touch my
food. How I used to long for the nice bran mash with niter in it that Jerry
used to give us on Saturday nights in hot weather, that used to cool us down
and make us so comfortable. Then we had two nights and a whole day for
unbroken rest, and on Monday morning we were as fresh as young horses
again; but here there was no rest, and my driver was just as hard as his
master. He had a cruel whip with something so sharp at the end that it
sometimes drew blood, and he would even whip me under the belly, and
flip the lash out at my head. Indignities like these took the heart out of me
terribly, but still I did my best and never hung back; for, as poor Ginger
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said, it was no use; men are the strongest.

My life was now so utterly wretched that I wished I might, like Ginger,
drop down dead at my work and be out of my misery, and one day my wish
very nearly came to pass.

I went on the stand at eight in the morning, and had done a good share of
work, when we had to take a fare to the railway. A long train was just
expected in, so my driver pulled up at the back of some of the outside cabs
to take the chance of a return fare. It was a very heavy train, and as all the
cabs were soon engaged ours was called for. There was a party of four; a
noisy, blustering man with a lady, a little boy and a young girl, and a great
deal of luggage. The lady and the boy got into the cab, and while the man
ordered about the luggage the young girl came and looked at me.

"Papa," she said, "I am sure this poor horse cannot take us and all our
luggage so far, he is so very weak and worn up. Do look at him."

"Oh! he's all right, miss," said my driver, "he's strong enough."

The porter, who was pulling about some heavy boxes, suggested to the
gentleman, as there was so much luggage, whether he would not take a
second cab.

"Can your horse do it, or can't he?" said the blustering man.

"Oh! he can do it all right, sir; send up the boxes, porter; he could take
more than that;" and he helped to haul up a box so heavy that I could feel
the springs go down.

"Papa, papa, do take a second cab," said the young girl in a beseeching
tone. "I am sure we are wrong, I am sure it is very cruel."

"Nonsense, Grace, get in at once, and don't make all this fuss; a pretty thing
it would be if a man of business had to examine every cab-horse before he
hired it--the man knows his own business of course; there, get in and hold
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your tongue!"

My gentle friend had to obey, and box after box was dragged up and lodged
on the top of the cab or settled by the side of the driver. At last all was
ready, and with his usual jerk at the rein and slash of the whip he drove out
of the station.

The load was very heavy and I had had neither food nor rest since morning;
but I did my best, as I always had done, in spite of cruelty and injustice.

I got along fairly till we came to Ludgate Hill; but there the heavy load and
my own exhaustion were too much. I was struggling to keep on, goaded by
constant chucks of the rein and use of the whip, when in a single moment--I
cannot tell how--my feet slipped from under me, and I fell heavily to the
ground on my side; the suddenness and the force with which I fell seemed
to beat all the breath out of my body. I lay perfectly still; indeed, I had no
power to move, and I thought now I was going to die. I heard a sort of
confusion round me, loud, angry voices, and the getting down of the
luggage, but it was all like a dream. I thought I heard that sweet, pitiful
voice saying, "Oh! that poor horse! it is all our fault." Some one came and
loosened the throat strap of my bridle, and undid the traces which kept the
collar so tight upon me. Some one said, "He's dead, he'll never get up
again." Then I could hear a policeman giving orders, but I did not even
open my eyes; I could only draw a gasping breath now and then. Some cold
water was thrown over my head, and some cordial was poured into my
mouth, and something was covered over me. I cannot tell how long I lay
there, but I found my life coming back, and a kind-voiced man was patting
me and encouraging me to rise. After some more cordial had been given
me, and after one or two attempts, I staggered to my feet, and was gently
led to some stables which were close by. Here I was put into a well-littered
stall, and some warm gruel was brought to me, which I drank thankfully.

In the evening I was sufficiently recovered to be led back to Skinner's

stables, where I think they did the best for me they could. In the morning
Skinner came with a farrier to look at me. He examined me very closely
and said:
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"This is a case of overwork more than disease, and if you could give him a
run off for six months he would be able to work again; but now there is not
an ounce of strength left in him."

"Then he must just go to the dogs," said Skinner. "I have no meadows to
nurse sick horses in--he might get well or he might not; that sort of thing
don't suit my business; my plan is to work 'em as long as they'll go, and
then sell 'em for what they'll fetch, at the knacker's or elsewhere."

"If he was broken-winded," said the farrier, "you had better have him killed
out of hand, but he is not; there is a sale of horses coming off in about ten
days; if you rest him and feed him up he may pick up, and you may get
more than his skin is worth, at any rate."

Upon this advice Skinner, rather unwillingly, I think, gave orders that I
should be well fed and cared for, and the stable man, happily for me,
carried out the orders with a much better will than his master had in giving
them. Ten days of perfect rest, plenty of good oats, hay, bran mashes, with
boiled linseed mixed in them, did more to get up my condition than
anything else could have done; those linseed mashes were delicious, and I
began to think, after all, it might be better to live than go to the dogs. When
the twelfth day after the accident came, I was taken to the sale, a few miles
out of London. I felt that any change from my present place must be an
improvement, so I held up my head, and hoped for the best.

48 Farmer Thoroughgood and His Grandson Willie

At this sale, of course I found myself in company with the old broken-down
horses--some lame, some broken-winded, some old, and some that I am
sure it would have been merciful to shoot.

The buyers and sellers, too, many of them, looked not much better off than
the poor beasts they were bargaining about. There were poor old men,
trying to get a horse or a pony for a few pounds, that might drag about
some little wood or coal cart. There were poor men trying to sell a worn-out
beast for two or three pounds, rather than have the greater loss of killing
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him. Some of them looked as if poverty and hard times had hardened them
all over; but there were others that I would have willingly used the last of
my strength in serving; poor and shabby, but kind and human, with voices
that I could trust. There was one tottering old man who took a great fancy
to me, and I to him, but I was not strong enough--it was an anxious time!
Coming from the better part of the fair, I noticed a man who looked like a
gentleman farmer, with a young boy by his side; he had a broad back and
round shoulders, a kind, ruddy face, and he wore a broad-brimmed hat.
When he came up to me and my companions he stood still and gave a
pitiful look round upon us. I saw his eye rest on me; I had still a good mane
and tail, which did something for my appearance. I pricked my ears and
looked at him.

"There's a horse, Willie, that has known better days."

"Poor old fellow!" said the boy, "do you think, grandpapa, he was ever a
carriage horse?"

"Oh, yes! my boy," said the farmer, coming closer, "he might have been
anything when he was young; look at his nostrils and his ears, the shape of
his neck and shoulder; there's a deal of breeding about that horse." He put
out his hand and gave me a kind pat on the neck. I put out my nose in
answer to his kindness; the boy stroked my face.

"Poor old fellow! see, grandpapa, how well he understands kindness. Could
not you buy him and make him young again as you did with Ladybird?"

"My dear boy, I can't make all old horses young; besides, Ladybird was not
so very old, as she was run down and badly used."

"Well, grandpapa, I don't believe that this one is old; look at his mane and
tail. I wish you would look into his mouth, and then you could tell; though
he is so very thin, his eyes are not sunk like some old horses'."

The old gentleman laughed. "Bless the boy! he is as horsey as his old
grandfather."
Chapter 01 151

"But do look at his mouth, grandpapa, and ask the price; I am sure he would
grow young in our meadows."

The man who had brought me for sale now put in his word.

"The young gentleman's a real knowing one, sir. Now the fact is, this 'ere
hoss is just pulled down with overwork in the cabs; he's not an old one, and
I heerd as how the vetenary should say, that a six months' run off would set
him right up, being as how his wind was not broken. I've had the tending of
him these ten days past, and a gratefuller, pleasanter animal I never met
with, and 'twould be worth a gentleman's while to give a five-pound note
for him, and let him have a chance. I'll be bound he'd be worth twenty
pounds next spring."

The old gentleman laughed, and the little boy looked up eagerly.

"Oh, grandpapa, did you not say the colt sold for five pounds more than
you expected? You would not be poorer if you did buy this one."

The farmer slowly felt my legs, which were much swelled and strained;
then he looked at my mouth. "Thirteen or fourteen, I should say; just trot
him out, will you?"

I arched my poor thin neck, raised my tail a little, and threw out my legs as
well as I could, for they were very stiff.

"What is the lowest you will take for him?" said the farmer as I came back.

"Five pounds, sir; that was the lowest price my master set."

"'Tis a speculation," said the old gentleman, shaking his head, but at the
same time slowly drawing out his purse, "quite a speculation! Have you any
more business here?" he said, counting the sovereigns into his hand.

"No, sir, I can take him for you to the inn, if you please."
Chapter 01 152

"Do so, I am now going there."

They walked forward, and I was led behind. The boy could hardly control
his delight, and the old gentleman seemed to enjoy his pleasure. I had a
good feed at the inn, and was then gently ridden home by a servant of my
new master's, and turned into a large meadow with a shed in one corner of
it.

Mr. Thoroughgood, for that was the name of my benefactor, gave orders
that I should have hay and oats every night and morning, and the run of the
meadow during the day, and, "you, Willie," said he, "must take the
oversight of him; I give him in charge to you."

The boy was proud of his charge, and undertook it in all seriousness. There
was not a day when he did not pay me a visit; sometimes picking me out
from among the other horses, and giving me a bit of carrot, or something
good, or sometimes standing by me while I ate my oats. He always came
with kind words and caresses, and of course I grew very fond of him. He
called me Old Crony, as I used to come to him in the field and follow him
about. Sometimes he brought his grandfather, who always looked closely at
my legs.

"This is our point, Willie," he would say; "but he is improving so steadily

that I think we shall see a change for the better in the spring."

The perfect rest, the good food, the soft turf, and gentle exercise, soon
began to tell on my condition and my spirits. I had a good constitution from
my mother, and I was never strained when I was young, so that I had a
better chance than many horses who have been worked before they came to
their full strength. During the winter my legs improved so much that I
began to feel quite young again. The spring came round, and one day in
March Mr. Thoroughgood determined that he would try me in the phaeton.
I was well pleased, and he and Willie drove me a few miles. My legs were
not stiff now, and I did the work with perfect ease.
Chapter 01 153

"He's growing young, Willie; we must give him a little gentle work now,
and by mid-summer he will be as good as Ladybird. He has a beautiful
mouth and good paces; they can't be better."

"Oh, grandpapa, how glad I am you bought him!"

"So am I, my boy; but he has to thank you more than me; we must now be
looking out for a quiet, genteel place for him, where he will be valued."

49 My Last Home

One day during this summer the groom cleaned and dressed me with such
extraordinary care that I thought some new change must be at hand; he
trimmed my fetlocks and legs, passed the tarbrush over my hoofs, and even
parted my forelock. I think the harness had an extra polish. Willie seemed
half-anxious, half-merry, as he got into the chaise with his grandfather.

"If the ladies take to him," said the old gentleman, "they'll be suited and
he'll be suited. We can but try."

At the distance of a mile or two from the village we came to a pretty, low
house, with a lawn and shrubbery at the front and a drive up to the door.
Willie rang the bell, and asked if Miss Blomefield or Miss Ellen was at
home. Yes, they were. So, while Willie stayed with me, Mr. Thoroughgood
went into the house. In about ten minutes he returned, followed by three
ladies; one tall, pale lady, wrapped in a white shawl, leaned on a younger
lady, with dark eyes and a merry face; the other, a very stately-looking
person, was Miss Blomefield. They all came and looked at me and asked
questions. The younger lady--that was Miss Ellen--took to me very much;
she said she was sure she should like me, I had such a good face. The tall,
pale lady said that she should always be nervous in riding behind a horse
that had once been down, as I might come down again, and if I did she
should never get over the fright.

"You see, ladies," said Mr. Thoroughgood, "many first-rate horses have had
their knees broken through the carelessness of their drivers without any
Chapter 01 154

fault of their own, and from what I see of this horse I should say that is his
case; but of course I do not wish to influence you. If you incline you can
have him on trial, and then your coachman will see what he thinks of him."

"You have always been such a good adviser to us about our horses," said
the stately lady, "that your recommendation would go a long way with me,
and if my sister Lavinia sees no objection we will accept your offer of a
trial, with thanks."

It was then arranged that I should be sent for the next day.

In the morning a smart-looking young man came for me. At first he looked
pleased; but when he saw my knees he said in a disappointed voice:

"I didn't think, sir, you would have recommended my ladies a blemished
horse like that."

"'Handsome is that handsome does'," said my master; "you are only taking
him on trial, and I am sure you will do fairly by him, young man. If he is
not as safe as any horse you ever drove send him back."

I was led to my new home, placed in a comfortable stable, fed, and left to
myself. The next day, when the groom was cleaning my face, he said:

"That is just like the star that 'Black Beauty' had; he is much the same
height, too. I wonder where he is now."

A little further on he came to the place in my neck where I was bled and
where a little knot was left in the skin. He almost started, and began to look
me over carefully, talking to himself.

"White star in the forehead, one white foot on the off side, this little knot
just in that place;" then looking at the middle of my back--"and, as I am
alive, there is that little patch of white hair that John used to call 'Beauty's
three-penny bit'. It must be 'Black Beauty'! Why, Beauty! Beauty! do you
know me?--little Joe Green, that almost killed you?" And he began patting
Chapter 01 155

and patting me as if he was quite overjoyed.

I could not say that I remembered him, for now he was a fine grown young
fellow, with black whiskers and a man's voice, but I was sure he knew me,
and that he was Joe Green, and I was very glad. I put my nose up to him,
and tried to say that we were friends. I never saw a man so pleased.

"Give you a fair trial! I should think so indeed! I wonder who the rascal
was that broke your knees, my old Beauty! you must have been badly
served out somewhere; well, well, it won't be my fault if you haven't good
times of it now. I wish John Manly was here to see you."

In the afternoon I was put into a low park chair and brought to the door.
Miss Ellen was going to try me, and Green went with her. I soon found that
she was a good driver, and she seemed pleased with my paces. I heard Joe
telling her about me, and that he was sure I was Squire Gordon's old "Black
Beauty".

When we returned the other sisters came out to hear how I had behaved
myself. She told them what she had just heard, and said:

"I shall certainly write to Mrs. Gordon, and tell her that her favorite horse
has come to us. How pleased she will be!"

After this I was driven every day for a week or so, and as I appeared to be
quite safe, Miss Lavinia at last ventured out in the small close carriage.
After this it was quite decided to keep me and call me by my old name of
"Black Beauty".

I have now lived in this happy place a whole year. Joe is the best and
kindest of grooms. My work is easy and pleasant, and I feel my strength
and spirits all coming back again. Mr. Thoroughgood said to Joe the other
day:

"In your place he will last till he is twenty years old--perhaps more."
Chapter 01 156

Willie always speaks to me when he can, and treats me as his special

friend. My ladies have promised that I shall never be sold, and so I have
nothing to fear; and here my story ends. My troubles are all over, and I am
at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard
at Birtwick, standing with my old friends under the apple-trees.

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