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“
His
neck
is
broke
,
”
said
my
mother
.
“
And
serve
him
right
,
too
,
”
said
one
of
the
colts
.
I
thought
the
same
,
but
my
mother
did
not
join
with
us
.
“
Well
,
no
,
”
she
said
,
“
you
must
not
say
that
;
but
though
I
am
an
old
horse
,
and
have
seen
and
heard
a
great
deal
,
I
never
yet
could
make
out
why
men
are
so
fond
of
this
sport
;
they
often
hurt
themselves
,
often
spoil
good
horses
,
and
tear
up
the
fields
,
and
all
for
a
hare
or
a
fox
,
or
a
stag
,
that
they
could
get
more
easily
some
other
way
;
but
we
are
only
horses
,
and
don
’
t
know
.
”
While
my
mother
was
saying
this
we
stood
and
looked
on
.
Many
of
the
riders
had
gone
to
the
young
man
;
but
my
master
,
who
had
been
watching
what
was
going
on
,
was
the
first
to
raise
him
.
His
head
fell
back
and
his
arms
hung
down
,
and
every
one
looked
very
serious
.
There
was
no
noise
now
;
even
the
dogs
were
quiet
,
and
seemed
to
know
that
something
was
wrong
.
They
carried
him
to
our
master
’
s
house
.
I
heard
afterward
that
it
was
young
George
Gordon
,
the
squire
’
s
only
son
,
a
fine
,
tall
young
man
,
and
the
pride
of
his
family
.
There
was
now
riding
off
in
all
directions
to
the
doctor
’
s
,
to
the
farrier
’
s
,
and
no
doubt
to
Squire
Gordon
’
s
,
to
let
him
know
about
his
son
.
When
Mr
.
Bond
,
the
farrier
,
came
to
look
at
the
black
horse
that
lay
groaning
on
the
grass
,
he
felt
him
all
over
,
and
shook
his
head
;
one
of
his
legs
was
broken
.
Then
some
one
ran
to
our
master
’
s
house
and
came
back
with
a
gun
;
presently
there
was
a
loud
bang
and
a
dreadful
shriek
,
and
then
all
was
still
;
the
black
horse
moved
no
more
.
My
mother
seemed
much
troubled
;
she
said
she
had
known
that
horse
for
years
,
and
that
his
name
was
“
Rob
Roy
”
;
he
was
a
good
horse
,
and
there
was
no
vice
in
him
.
She
never
would
go
to
that
part
of
the
field
afterward
Not
many
days
after
we
heard
the
church
-
bell
tolling
for
a
long
time
,
and
looking
over
the
gate
we
saw
a
long
,
strange
black
coach
that
was
covered
with
black
cloth
and
was
drawn
by
black
horses
;
after
that
came
another
and
another
and
another
,
and
all
were
black
,
while
the
bell
kept
tolling
,
tolling
.
They
were
carrying
young
Gordon
to
the
churchyard
to
bury
him
.
He
would
never
ride
again
.
What
they
did
with
Rob
Roy
I
never
knew
;
but
’
twas
all
for
one
little
hare
.
I
was
now
beginning
to
grow
handsome
;
my
coat
had
grown
fine
and
soft
,
and
was
bright
black
.
I
had
one
white
foot
and
a
pretty
white
star
on
my
forehead
.
I
was
thought
very
handsome
;
my
master
would
not
sell
me
till
I
was
four
years
old
;
he
said
lads
ought
not
to
work
like
men
,
and
colts
ought
not
to
work
like
horses
till
they
were
quite
grown
up
.
When
I
was
four
years
old
Squire
Gordon
came
to
look
at
me
.
He
examined
my
eyes
,
my
mouth
,
and
my
legs
;
he
felt
them
all
down
;
and
then
I
had
to
walk
and
trot
and
gallop
before
him
.
He
seemed
to
like
me
,
and
said
,
“
When
he
has
been
well
broken
in
he
will
do
very
well
.
”
My
master
said
he
would
break
me
in
himself
,
as
he
should
not
like
me
to
be
frightened
or
hurt
,
and
he
lost
no
time
about
it
,
for
the
next
day
he
began
.
