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“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
said
the
farmer
.
“
Well
,
sir
,
I
saw
your
son
whipping
,
and
kicking
,
and
knocking
that
good
little
pony
about
shamefully
because
he
would
not
leap
a
gate
that
was
too
high
for
him
.
The
pony
behaved
well
,
sir
,
and
showed
no
vice
;
but
at
last
he
just
threw
up
his
heels
and
tipped
the
young
gentleman
into
the
thorn
hedge
.
He
wanted
me
to
help
him
out
,
but
I
hope
you
will
excuse
me
,
sir
,
I
did
not
feel
inclined
to
do
so
.
There
’
s
no
bones
broken
,
sir
;
he
’
ll
only
get
a
few
scratches
.
I
love
horses
,
and
it
riles
me
to
see
them
badly
used
;
it
is
a
bad
plan
to
aggravate
an
animal
till
he
uses
his
heels
;
the
first
time
is
not
always
the
last
.
”
During
this
time
the
mother
began
to
cry
,
“
Oh
,
my
poor
Bill
,
I
must
go
and
meet
him
;
he
must
be
hurt
.
”
“
You
had
better
go
into
the
house
,
wife
,
”
said
the
farmer
;
“
Bill
wants
a
lesson
about
this
,
and
I
must
see
that
he
gets
it
;
this
is
not
the
first
time
,
nor
the
second
,
that
he
has
ill
-
used
that
pony
,
and
I
shall
stop
it
.
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
Manly
.
Good
-
evening
.
”
So
we
went
on
,
John
chuckling
all
the
way
home
;
then
he
told
James
about
it
,
who
laughed
and
said
,
“
Serve
him
right
.
I
knew
that
boy
at
school
;
he
took
great
airs
on
himself
because
he
was
a
farmer
’
s
son
;
he
used
to
swagger
about
and
bully
the
little
boys
.
Of
course
,
we
elder
ones
would
not
have
any
of
that
nonsense
,
and
let
him
know
that
in
the
school
and
the
playground
farmers
’
sons
and
laborers
’
sons
were
all
alike
.
I
well
remember
one
day
,
just
before
afternoon
school
,
I
found
him
at
the
large
window
catching
flies
and
pulling
off
their
wings
.
He
did
not
see
me
and
I
gave
him
a
box
on
the
ears
that
laid
him
sprawling
on
the
floor
.
Well
,
angry
as
I
was
,
I
was
almost
frightened
,
he
roared
and
bellowed
in
such
a
style
.
The
boys
rushed
in
from
the
playground
,
and
the
master
ran
in
from
the
road
to
see
who
was
being
murdered
.
Of
course
I
said
fair
and
square
at
once
what
I
had
done
,
and
why
;
then
I
showed
the
master
the
flies
,
some
crushed
and
some
crawling
about
helpless
,
and
I
showed
him
the
wings
on
the
window
sill
.
I
never
saw
him
so
angry
before
;
but
as
Bill
was
still
howling
and
whining
,
like
the
coward
that
he
was
,
he
did
not
give
him
any
more
punishment
of
that
kind
,
but
set
him
up
on
a
stool
for
the
rest
of
the
afternoon
,
and
said
that
he
should
not
go
out
to
play
for
that
week
.
Then
he
talked
to
all
the
boys
very
seriously
about
cruelty
,
and
said
how
hard
-
hearted
and
cowardly
it
was
to
hurt
the
weak
and
the
helpless
;
but
what
stuck
in
my
mind
was
this
,
he
said
that
cruelty
was
the
devil
’
s
own
trade
-
mark
,
and
if
we
saw
any
one
who
took
pleasure
in
cruelty
we
might
know
who
he
belonged
to
,
for
the
devil
was
a
murderer
from
the
beginning
,
and
a
tormentor
to
the
end
.
On
the
other
hand
,
where
we
saw
people
who
loved
their
neighbors
,
and
were
kind
to
man
and
beast
,
we
might
know
that
was
God
’
s
mark
”
“
Your
master
never
taught
you
a
truer
thing
,
”
said
John
;
“
there
is
no
religion
without
love
,
and
people
may
talk
as
much
as
they
like
about
their
religion
,
but
if
it
does
not
teach
them
to
be
good
and
kind
to
man
and
beast
it
is
all
a
sham
—
all
a
sham
,
James
,
and
it
won
’
t
stand
when
things
come
to
be
turned
inside
out
.
”
Early
one
morning
in
December
John
had
just
led
me
into
my
box
after
my
daily
exercise
,
and
was
strapping
my
cloth
on
and
James
was
coming
in
from
the
corn
chamber
with
some
oats
,
when
the
master
came
into
the
stable
.
He
looked
rather
serious
,
and
held
an
open
letter
in
his
hand
.
John
fastened
the
door
of
my
box
,
touched
his
cap
,
and
waited
for
orders
.
“
Good
-
morning
,
John
,
”
said
the
master
.
“
I
want
to
know
if
you
have
any
complaint
to
make
of
James
.
”
