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John
had
many
stories
to
tell
of
dogs
and
horses
,
and
the
wonderful
things
they
had
done
;
he
thought
people
did
not
value
their
animals
half
enough
nor
make
friends
of
them
as
they
ought
to
do
.
I
am
sure
he
makes
friends
of
them
if
ever
a
man
did
.
At
last
we
came
to
the
park
gates
and
found
the
gardener
looking
out
for
us
.
He
said
that
mistress
had
been
in
a
dreadful
way
ever
since
dark
,
fearing
some
accident
had
happened
,
and
that
she
had
sent
James
off
on
Justice
,
the
roan
cob
,
toward
the
wooden
bridge
to
make
inquiry
after
us
.
We
saw
a
light
at
the
hall
-
door
and
at
the
upper
windows
,
and
as
we
came
up
mistress
ran
out
,
saying
,
“
Are
you
really
safe
,
my
dear
?
Oh
!
I
have
been
so
anxious
,
fancying
all
sorts
of
things
.
Have
you
had
no
accident
?
”
“
No
,
my
dear
;
but
if
your
Black
Beauty
had
not
been
wiser
than
we
were
we
should
all
have
been
carried
down
the
river
at
the
wooden
bridge
.
”
I
heard
no
more
,
as
they
went
into
the
house
,
and
John
took
me
to
the
stable
.
Oh
,
what
a
good
supper
he
gave
me
that
night
,
a
good
bran
mash
and
some
crushed
beans
with
my
oats
,
and
such
a
thick
bed
of
straw
!
and
I
was
glad
of
it
,
for
I
was
tired
.
One
day
when
John
and
I
had
been
out
on
some
business
of
our
master
’
s
,
and
were
returning
gently
on
a
long
,
straight
road
,
at
some
distance
we
saw
a
boy
trying
to
leap
a
pony
over
a
gate
;
the
pony
would
not
take
the
leap
,
and
the
boy
cut
him
with
the
whip
,
but
he
only
turned
off
on
one
side
.
He
whipped
him
again
,
but
the
pony
turned
off
on
the
other
side
.
Then
the
boy
got
off
and
gave
him
a
hard
thrashing
,
and
knocked
him
about
the
head
;
then
he
got
up
again
and
tried
to
make
him
leap
the
gate
,
kicking
him
all
the
time
shamefully
,
but
still
the
pony
refused
.
When
we
were
nearly
at
the
spot
the
pony
put
down
his
head
and
threw
up
his
heels
,
and
sent
the
boy
neatly
over
into
a
broad
quickset
hedge
,
and
with
the
rein
dangling
from
his
head
he
set
off
home
at
a
full
gallop
.
John
laughed
out
quite
loud
.
“
Served
him
right
,
”
he
said
.
“
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
!
”
cried
the
boy
as
he
struggled
about
among
the
thorns
;
“
I
say
,
come
and
help
me
out
.
”
“
Thank
ye
,
”
said
John
,
“
I
think
you
are
quite
in
the
right
place
,
and
maybe
a
little
scratching
will
teach
you
not
to
leap
a
pony
over
a
gate
that
is
too
high
for
him
,
”
and
so
with
that
John
rode
off
.
“
It
may
be
,
”
said
he
to
himself
,
“
that
young
fellow
is
a
liar
as
well
as
a
cruel
one
;
we
’
ll
just
go
home
by
Farmer
Bushby
’
s
,
Beauty
,
and
then
if
anybody
wants
to
know
you
and
I
can
tell
’
em
,
ye
see
.
”
So
we
turned
off
to
the
right
,
and
soon
came
up
to
the
stack
-
yard
,
and
within
sight
of
the
house
.
The
farmer
was
hurrying
out
into
the
road
,
and
his
wife
was
standing
at
the
gate
,
looking
very
frightened
.
“
Have
you
seen
my
boy
?
”
said
Mr
.
Bushby
as
we
came
up
;
“
he
went
out
an
hour
ago
on
my
black
pony
,
and
the
creature
is
just
come
back
without
a
rider
.
”
“
I
should
think
,
sir
,
”
said
John
,
“
he
had
better
be
without
a
rider
,
unless
he
can
be
ridden
properly
.
”
