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Another
thing
,
they
scarcely
ever
put
on
the
brake
,
however
steep
the
downhill
may
be
,
and
thus
bad
accidents
sometimes
happen
;
or
if
they
do
put
it
on
,
they
often
forget
to
take
it
off
at
the
bottom
of
the
hill
,
and
more
than
once
I
have
had
to
pull
halfway
up
the
next
hill
,
with
one
of
the
wheels
held
by
the
brake
,
before
my
driver
chose
to
think
about
it
;
and
that
is
a
terrible
strain
on
a
horse
.
Then
these
cockneys
,
instead
of
starting
at
an
easy
pace
,
as
a
gentleman
would
do
,
generally
set
off
at
full
speed
from
the
very
stable
-
yard
;
and
when
they
want
to
stop
,
they
first
whip
us
,
and
then
pull
up
so
suddenly
that
we
are
nearly
thrown
on
our
haunches
,
and
our
mouths
jagged
with
the
bit
—
they
call
that
pulling
up
with
a
dash
;
and
when
they
turn
a
corner
they
do
it
as
sharply
as
if
there
were
no
right
side
or
wrong
side
of
the
road
.
I
well
remember
one
spring
evening
I
and
Rory
had
been
out
for
the
day
.
(
Rory
was
the
horse
that
mostly
went
with
me
when
a
pair
was
ordered
,
and
a
good
honest
fellow
he
was
.
)
We
had
our
own
driver
,
and
as
he
was
always
considerate
and
gentle
with
us
,
we
had
a
very
pleasant
day
.
We
were
coming
home
at
a
good
smart
pace
,
about
twilight
.
Our
road
turned
sharp
to
the
left
;
but
as
we
were
close
to
the
hedge
on
our
own
side
,
and
there
was
plenty
of
room
to
pass
,
our
driver
did
not
pull
us
in
.
As
we
neared
the
corner
I
heard
a
horse
and
two
wheels
coming
rapidly
down
the
hill
toward
us
.
The
hedge
was
high
,
and
I
could
see
nothing
,
but
the
next
moment
we
were
upon
each
other
.
Happily
for
me
,
I
was
on
the
side
next
the
hedge
.
Rory
was
on
the
left
side
of
the
pole
,
and
had
not
even
a
shaft
to
protect
him
.
The
man
who
was
driving
was
making
straight
for
the
corner
,
and
when
he
came
in
sight
of
us
he
had
no
time
to
pull
over
to
his
own
side
.
The
whole
shock
came
upon
Rory
.
The
gig
shaft
ran
right
into
the
chest
,
making
him
stagger
back
with
a
cry
that
I
shall
never
forget
.
The
other
horse
was
thrown
upon
his
haunches
and
one
shaft
broken
.
It
turned
out
that
it
was
a
horse
from
our
own
stables
,
with
the
high
-
wheeled
gig
that
the
young
men
were
so
fond
of
.
The
driver
was
one
of
those
random
,
ignorant
fellows
,
who
don
’
t
even
know
which
is
their
own
side
of
the
road
,
or
,
if
they
know
,
don
’
t
care
.
And
there
was
poor
Rory
with
his
flesh
torn
open
and
bleeding
,
and
the
blood
streaming
down
.
They
said
if
it
had
been
a
little
more
to
one
side
it
would
have
killed
him
;
and
a
good
thing
for
him
,
poor
fellow
,
if
it
had
.
As
it
was
,
it
was
a
long
time
before
the
wound
healed
,
and
then
he
was
sold
for
coal
-
carting
;
and
what
that
is
,
up
and
down
those
steep
hills
,
only
horses
know
.
Some
of
the
sights
I
saw
there
,
where
a
horse
had
to
come
downhill
with
a
heavily
loaded
two
-
wheel
cart
behind
him
,
on
which
no
brake
could
be
placed
,
make
me
sad
even
now
to
think
of
.
After
Rory
was
disabled
I
often
went
in
the
carriage
with
a
mare
named
Peggy
,
who
stood
in
the
next
stall
to
mine
.
She
was
a
strong
,
well
-
made
animal
,
of
a
bright
dun
color
,
beautifully
dappled
,
and
with
a
dark
-
brown
mane
and
tail
.
There
was
no
high
breeding
about
her
,
but
she
was
very
pretty
and
remarkably
sweet
-
tempered
and
willing
.
Still
,
there
was
an
anxious
look
about
her
eye
,
by
which
I
knew
that
she
had
some
trouble
.
The
first
time
we
went
out
together
I
thought
she
had
a
very
odd
pace
;
she
seemed
to
go
partly
a
trot
,
partly
a
canter
,
three
or
four
paces
,
and
then
a
little
jump
forward
.
It
was
very
unpleasant
for
any
horse
who
pulled
with
her
,
and
made
me
quite
fidgety
.
When
we
got
home
I
asked
her
what
made
her
go
in
that
odd
,
awkward
way
.
“
Ah
,
”
she
said
in
a
troubled
manner
,
“
I
know
my
paces
are
very
bad
,
but
what
can
I
do
?
It
really
is
not
my
fault
;
it
is
just
because
my
legs
are
so
short
.
I
stand
nearly
as
high
as
you
,
but
your
legs
are
a
good
three
inches
longer
above
your
knee
than
mine
,
and
of
course
you
can
take
a
much
longer
step
and
go
much
faster
.
You
see
I
did
not
make
myself
.
I
wish
I
could
have
done
so
;
I
would
have
had
long
legs
then
.
All
my
troubles
come
from
my
short
legs
,
”
said
Peggy
,
in
a
desponding
tone
.
