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“
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
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
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
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
.
”
