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1The 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
2saddle and bridle ready. He gave me a good feed of oats and stood by while I ate it, talking to himself and talking to
3me. Half an hour after we were on our way to London, through pleasant lanes and country roads, until we came into the
4great London thoroughfare, on which we traveled steadily, till in the twilight we reached the great city. The gas lamps
5were already lighted; there were streets to the right, and streets to the left, and streets crossing each other, for
6mile upon mile. I thought we should never come to the end of them. At last, in passing through one, we came to a long
7cab stand, when my rider called out in a cheery voice, "Good-night, governor!" "Halloo!" cried a voice. "Have you got a
8good one?" "I think so," replied my owner. "I wish you luck with him." "Thank you, governor," and he rode on. We soon
9turned up one of the side streets, and about halfway up that we turned into a very narrow street, with rather
10poor-looking houses on one side, and what seemed to be coach-houses and stables on the other. My owner pulled up at one
11of the houses and whistled. The door flew open, and a young woman, followed by a little girl and boy, ran out. There was
12a very lively greeting as my rider dismounted. "Now, then, Harry, my boy, open the gates, and mother will bring us the
13lantern." The next minute they were all standing round me in a small stable-yard. "Is he gentle, father?" "Yes, Dolly,
14as gentle as your own kitten; come and pat him." At once the little hand was patting about all over my shoulder without
15fear. 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
16he wants; and I know you've got a beautiful mash ready for me." "Sausage dumpling and apple turnover!" shouted the boy,
17which set them all laughing. I was led into a comfortable, clean-smelling stall, with plenty of dry straw, and after a
18capital supper I lay down, thinking I was going to be happy. 33 A London Cab Horse Jeremiah Barker was my new master's
19name, 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
20have. She was a plump, trim, tidy little woman, with smooth, dark hair, dark eyes, and a merry little mouth. The boy was
21twelve years old, a tall, frank, good-tempered lad; and little Dorothy (Dolly they called her) was her mother over
22again, at eight years old. They were all wonderfully fond of each other; I never knew such a happy, merry family before
23or since. Jerry had a cab of his own, and two horses, which he drove and attended to himself. His other horse was a
24tall, white, rather large-boned animal called "Captain". He was old now, but when he was young he must have been
25splendid; he had still a proud way of holding his head and arching his neck; in fact, he was a high-bred, fine-mannered,
26noble old horse, every inch of him. He told me that in his early youth he went to the Crimean War; he belonged to an
27officer in the cavalry, and used to lead the regiment. I will tell more of that hereafter. The next morning, when I was
28well-groomed, Polly and Dolly came into the yard to see me and make friends. Harry had been helping his father since the
29early morning, and had stated his opinion that I should turn out a "regular brick". Polly brought me a slice of apple,
30and 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
31treat 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
32friendly. Polly thought I was very handsome, and a great deal too good for a cab, if it was not for the broken knees.
33"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
34the benefit of the doubt; for a firmer, neater stepper I never rode. We'll call him 'Jack', after the old one--shall we,
35Polly?" "Do," she said, "for I like to keep a good name going." Captain went out in the cab all the morning. Harry came
36in 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
37if the collar and bridle fitted comfortably as if he had been John Manly over again. When the crupper was let out a hole
38or two it all fitted well. There was no check-rein, no curb, nothing but a plain ring snaffle. What a blessing that was!
39After driving through the side street we came to the large cab stand where Jerry had said "Good-night". On one side of
40this wide street were high houses with wonderful shop fronts, and on the other was an old church and churchyard,
41surrounded by iron palisades. Alongside these iron rails a number of cabs were drawn up, waiting for passengers; bits of
42hay were lying about on the ground; some of the men were standing together talking; some were sitting on their boxes
43reading the newspaper; and one or two were feeding their horses with bits of hay, and giving them a drink of water. We
44pulled 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
45remarks. "Very good for a funeral," said one. "Too smart-looking," said another, shaking his head in a very wise way;
46"you'll find out something wrong one of these fine mornings, or my name isn't Jones." "Well," said Jerry pleasantly, "I
47suppose 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
48came up a broad-faced man, dressed in a great gray coat with great gray cape and great white buttons, a gray hat, and a
49blue comforter loosely tied round his neck; his hair was gray, too; but he was a jolly-looking fellow, and the other men
50made way for him. He looked me all over, as if he had been going to buy me; and then straightening himself up with a
51grunt, 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
52character was established on the stand. This man's name was Grant, but he was called "Gray Grant", or "Governor Grant".
53He had been the longest on that stand of any of the men, and he took it upon himself to settle matters and stop
54disputes. He was generally a good-humored, sensible man; but if his temper was a little out, as it was sometimes when he
55had drunk too much, nobody liked to come too near his fist, for he could deal a very heavy blow. The first week of my
56life as a cab horse was very trying. I had never been used to London, and the noise, the hurry, the crowds of horses,
57carts, and carriages that I had to make my way through made me feel anxious and harassed; but I soon found that I could
58perfectly trust my driver, and then I made myself easy and got used to it. Jerry was as good a driver as I had ever
59known, and what was better, he took as much thought for his horses as he did for himself. He soon found out that I was
60willing 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
61when 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
62whip was more frequently stuck up by his side than in his hand.
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