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Every
one
may
not
know
what
breaking
in
is
,
therefore
I
will
describe
it
.
It
means
to
teach
a
horse
to
wear
a
saddle
and
bridle
,
and
to
carry
on
his
back
a
man
,
woman
or
child
;
to
go
just
the
way
they
wish
,
and
to
go
quietly
.
Besides
this
he
has
to
learn
to
wear
a
collar
,
a
crupper
,
and
a
breeching
,
and
to
stand
still
while
they
are
put
on
;
then
to
have
a
cart
or
a
chaise
fixed
behind
,
so
that
he
cannot
walk
or
trot
without
dragging
it
after
him
;
and
he
must
go
fast
or
slow
,
just
as
his
driver
wishes
.
He
must
never
start
at
what
he
sees
,
nor
speak
to
other
horses
,
nor
bite
,
nor
kick
,
nor
have
any
will
of
his
own
;
but
always
do
his
master
’
s
will
,
even
though
he
may
be
very
tired
or
hungry
;
but
the
worst
of
all
is
,
when
his
harness
is
once
on
,
he
may
neither
jump
for
joy
nor
lie
down
for
weariness
.
So
you
see
this
breaking
in
is
a
great
thing
.
I
had
of
course
long
been
used
to
a
halter
and
a
headstall
,
and
to
be
led
about
in
the
fields
and
lanes
quietly
,
but
now
I
was
to
have
a
bit
and
bridle
;
my
master
gave
me
some
oats
as
usual
,
and
after
a
good
deal
of
coaxing
he
got
the
bit
into
my
mouth
,
and
the
bridle
fixed
,
but
it
was
a
nasty
thing
!
Those
who
have
never
had
a
bit
in
their
mouths
cannot
think
how
bad
it
feels
;
a
great
piece
of
cold
hard
steel
as
thick
as
a
man
’
s
finger
to
be
pushed
into
one
’
s
mouth
,
between
one
’
s
teeth
,
and
over
one
’
s
tongue
,
with
the
ends
coming
out
at
the
corner
of
your
mouth
,
and
held
fast
there
by
straps
over
your
head
,
under
your
throat
,
round
your
nose
,
and
under
your
chin
;
so
that
no
way
in
the
world
can
you
get
rid
of
the
nasty
hard
thing
;
it
is
very
bad
!
yes
,
very
bad
!
at
least
I
thought
so
;
but
I
knew
my
mother
always
wore
one
when
she
went
out
,
and
all
horses
did
when
they
were
grown
up
;
and
so
,
what
with
the
nice
oats
,
and
what
with
my
master
’
s
pats
,
kind
words
,
and
gentle
ways
,
I
got
to
wear
my
bit
and
bridle
.
Next
came
the
saddle
,
but
that
was
not
half
so
bad
;
my
master
put
it
on
my
back
very
gently
,
while
old
Daniel
held
my
head
;
he
then
made
the
girths
fast
under
my
body
,
patting
and
talking
to
me
all
the
time
;
then
I
had
a
few
oats
,
then
a
little
leading
about
;
and
this
he
did
every
day
till
I
began
to
look
for
the
oats
and
the
saddle
.
At
length
,
one
morning
,
my
master
got
on
my
back
and
rode
me
round
the
meadow
on
the
soft
grass
.
It
certainly
did
feel
queer
;
but
I
must
say
I
felt
rather
proud
to
carry
my
master
,
and
as
he
continued
to
ride
me
a
little
every
day
I
soon
became
accustomed
to
it
.
The
next
unpleasant
business
was
putting
on
the
iron
shoes
;
that
too
was
very
hard
at
first
.
My
master
went
with
me
to
the
smith
’
s
forge
,
to
see
that
I
was
not
hurt
or
got
any
fright
.
The
blacksmith
took
my
feet
in
his
hand
,
one
after
the
other
,
and
cut
away
some
of
the
hoof
.
It
did
not
pain
me
,
so
I
stood
still
on
three
legs
till
he
had
done
them
all
.
Then
he
took
a
piece
of
iron
the
shape
of
my
foot
,
and
clapped
it
on
,
and
drove
some
nails
through
the
shoe
quite
into
my
hoof
,
so
that
the
shoe
was
firmly
on
.
My
feet
felt
very
stiff
and
heavy
,
but
in
time
I
got
used
to
it
.
And
now
having
got
so
far
,
my
master
went
on
to
break
me
to
harness
;
there
were
more
new
things
to
wear
.
First
,
a
stiff
heavy
collar
just
on
my
neck
,
and
a
bridle
with
great
side
-
pieces
against
my
eyes
called
blinkers
,
and
blinkers
indeed
they
were
,
for
I
could
not
see
on
either
side
,
but
only
straight
in
front
of
me
;
next
,
there
was
a
small
saddle
with
a
nasty
stiff
strap
that
went
right
under
my
tail
;
that
was
the
crupper
.
I
hated
the
crupper
;
to
have
my
long
tail
doubled
up
and
poked
through
that
strap
was
almost
as
bad
as
the
bit
.
I
never
felt
more
like
kicking
,
but
of
course
I
could
not
kick
such
a
good
master
,
and
so
in
time
I
got
used
to
everything
,
and
could
do
my
work
as
well
as
my
mother
.
I
must
not
forget
to
mention
one
part
of
my
training
,
which
I
have
always
considered
a
very
great
advantage
.
My
master
sent
me
for
a
fortnight
to
a
neighboring
farmer
’
s
,
who
had
a
meadow
which
was
skirted
on
one
side
by
the
railway
.
Here
were
some
sheep
and
cows
,
and
I
was
turned
in
among
them
.
I
shall
never
forget
the
first
train
that
ran
by
.
I
was
feeding
quietly
near
the
pales
which
separated
the
meadow
from
the
railway
,
when
I
heard
a
strange
sound
at
a
distance
,
and
before
I
knew
whence
it
came
—
with
a
rush
and
a
clatter
,
and
a
puffing
out
of
smoke
—
a
long
black
train
of
something
flew
by
,
and
was
gone
almost
before
I
could
draw
my
breath
.
I
turned
and
galloped
to
the
further
side
of
the
meadow
as
fast
as
I
could
go
,
and
there
I
stood
snorting
with
astonishment
and
fear
.
In
the
course
of
the
day
many
other
trains
went
by
,
some
more
slowly
;
these
drew
up
at
the
station
close
by
,
and
sometimes
made
an
awful
shriek
and
groan
before
they
stopped
.
I
thought
it
very
dreadful
,
but
the
cows
went
on
eating
very
quietly
,
and
hardly
raised
their
heads
as
the
black
frightful
thing
came
puffing
and
grinding
past
.
For
the
first
few
days
I
could
not
feed
in
peace
;
but
as
I
found
that
this
terrible
creature
never
came
into
the
field
,
or
did
me
any
harm
,
I
began
to
disregard
it
,
and
very
soon
I
cared
as
little
about
the
passing
of
a
train
as
the
cows
and
sheep
did
.
Since
then
I
have
seen
many
horses
much
alarmed
and
restive
at
the
sight
or
sound
of
a
steam
engine
;
but
thanks
to
my
good
master
’
s
care
,
I
am
as
fearless
at
railway
stations
as
in
my
own
stable
.
