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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
.
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
.
”
“
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
.
