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1"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
2field 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
3was 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
4angry; it all seemed so hard. The next morning he came for me early, and ran me round again for a long time. I had
5scarcely 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
6quite tell how it came about; he had only just mounted me on the training ground, when something I did put him out of
7temper, and he chucked me hard with the rein. The new bit was very painful, and I reared up suddenly, which angered him
8still more, and he began to flog me. I felt my whole spirit set against him, and I began to kick, and plunge, and rear
9as I had never done before, and we had a regular fight; for a long time he stuck to the saddle and punished me cruelly
10with his whip and spurs, but my blood was thoroughly up, and I cared for nothing he could do if only I could get him
11off. At last after a terrible struggle I threw him off backward. I heard him fall heavily on the turf, and without
12looking behind me, I galloped off to the other end of the field; there I turned round and saw my persecutor slowly
13rising from the ground and going into the stable. I stood under an oak tree and watched, but no one came to catch me.
14The time went on, and the sun was very hot; the flies swarmed round me and settled on my bleeding flanks where the spurs
15had dug in. I felt hungry, for I had not eaten since the early morning, but there was not enough grass in that meadow
16for a goose to live on. I wanted to lie down and rest, but with the saddle strapped tightly on there was no comfort, and
17there 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
18knew 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
19his hand. He was a very fine old gentleman with quite white hair, but his voice was what I should know him by among a
20thousand. It was not high, nor yet low, but full, and clear, and kind, and when he gave orders it was so steady and
21decided that every one knew, both horses and men, that he expected to be obeyed. He came quietly along, now and then
22shaking the oats about that he had in the sieve, and speaking cheerfully and gently to me: 'Come along, lassie, come
23along, lassie; come along, come along.' I stood still and let him come up; he held the oats to me, and I began to eat
24without fear; his voice took all my fear away. He stood by, patting and stroking me while I was eating, and seeing the
25clots of blood on my side he seemed very vexed. 'Poor lassie! it was a bad business, a bad business;' then he quietly
26took the rein and led me to the stable; just at the door stood Samson. I laid my ears back and snapped at him. 'Stand
27back,' said the master, 'and keep out of her way; you've done a bad day's work for this filly.' He growled out something
28about a vicious brute. 'Hark ye,' said the father, 'a bad-tempered man will never make a good-tempered horse. You've not
29learned your trade yet, Samson.' Then he led me into my box, took off the saddle and bridle with his own hands, and tied
30me 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,
31he sponged my sides a good while, so tenderly that I was sure he knew how sore and bruised they were. 'Whoa! my pretty
32one,' he said, 'stand still, stand still.' His very voice did me good, and the bathing was very comfortable. The skin
33was so broken at the corners of my mouth that I could not eat the hay, the stalks hurt me. He looked closely at it,
34shook 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
35soft and healing to my mouth. He stood by all the time I was eating, stroking me and talking to the man. 'If a
36high-mettled creature like this,' said he, 'can't be broken by fair means, she will never be good for anything.' "After
37that he often came to see me, and when my mouth was healed the other breaker, Job, they called him, went on training me;
38he was steady and thoughtful, and I soon learned what he wanted." 08 Ginger's Story Continued The next time that Ginger
39and I were together in the paddock she told me about her first place. "After my breaking in," she said, "I was bought by
40a dealer to match another chestnut horse. For some weeks he drove us together, and then we were sold to a fashionable
41gentleman, and were sent up to London. I had been driven with a check-rein by the dealer, and I hated it worse than
42anything else; but in this place we were reined far tighter, the coachman and his master thinking we looked more stylish
43so. We were often driven about in the park and other fashionable places. You who never had a check-rein on don't know
44what 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
45now yourself, if you tossed your head up high and were obliged to hold it there, and that for hours together, not able
46to move it at all, except with a jerk still higher, your neck aching till you did not know how to bear it. Besides that,
47to 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
48colored the froth that kept flying from my lips as I chafed and fretted at the bits and rein. It was worst when we had
49to stand by the hour waiting for our mistress at some grand party or entertainment, and if I fretted or stamped with
50impatience the whip was laid on. It was enough to drive one mad." "Did not your master take any thought for you?" I
51said. "No," said she, "he only cared to have a stylish turnout, as they call it; I think he knew very little about
52horses; he left that to his coachman, who told him I had an irritable temper! that I had not been well broken to the
53check-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
54and angry, instead of being smoothed and quieted by kindness, I got only a surly word or a blow. If he had been civil I
55would have tried to bear it. I was willing to work, and ready to work hard too; but to be tormented for nothing but
56their fancies angered me. What right had they to make me suffer like that? Besides the soreness in my mouth, and the
57pain in my neck, it always made my windpipe feel bad, and if I had stopped there long I know it would have spoiled my
58breathing; but I grew more and more restless and irritable, I could not help it; and I began to snap and kick when any
59one came to harness me; for this the groom beat me, and one day, as they had just buckled us into the carriage, and were
60straining my head up with that rein, I began to plunge and kick with all my might. I soon broke a lot of harness, and
61kicked myself clear; so that was an end of that place.
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