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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
.
“
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
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
.
”
