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“
But
how
is
it
,
”
I
said
,
“
when
you
are
so
strong
and
good
-
tempered
and
willing
?
”
“
Why
,
you
see
,
”
said
she
,
“
men
will
go
so
fast
,
and
if
one
can
’
t
keep
up
to
other
horses
it
is
nothing
but
whip
,
whip
,
whip
,
all
the
time
.
And
so
I
have
had
to
keep
up
as
I
could
,
and
have
got
into
this
ugly
shuffling
pace
.
It
was
not
always
so
;
when
I
lived
with
my
first
master
I
always
went
a
good
regular
trot
,
but
then
he
was
not
in
such
a
hurry
.
He
was
a
young
clergyman
in
the
country
,
and
a
good
,
kind
master
he
was
.
He
had
two
churches
a
good
way
apart
,
and
a
great
deal
of
work
,
but
he
never
scolded
or
whipped
me
for
not
going
faster
.
He
was
very
fond
of
me
.
I
only
wish
I
was
with
him
now
;
but
he
had
to
leave
and
go
to
a
large
town
,
and
then
I
was
sold
to
a
farmer
.
“
Some
farmers
,
you
know
,
are
capital
masters
;
but
I
think
this
one
was
a
low
sort
of
man
.
He
cared
nothing
about
good
horses
or
good
driving
;
he
only
cared
for
going
fast
.
I
went
as
fast
as
I
could
,
but
that
would
not
do
,
and
he
was
always
whipping
;
so
I
got
into
this
way
of
making
a
spring
forward
to
keep
up
.
On
market
nights
he
used
to
stay
very
late
at
the
inn
,
and
then
drive
home
at
a
gallop
.
“
One
dark
night
he
was
galloping
home
as
usual
,
when
all
of
a
sudden
the
wheel
came
against
some
great
heavy
thing
in
the
road
,
and
turned
the
gig
over
in
a
minute
.
He
was
thrown
out
and
his
arm
broken
,
and
some
of
his
ribs
,
I
think
.
At
any
rate
,
it
was
the
end
of
my
living
with
him
,
and
I
was
not
sorry
.
But
you
see
it
will
be
the
same
everywhere
for
me
,
if
men
must
go
so
fast
.
I
wish
my
legs
were
longer
!
”
Poor
Peggy
!
I
was
very
sorry
for
her
,
and
I
could
not
comfort
her
,
for
I
knew
how
hard
it
was
upon
slow
-
paced
horses
to
be
put
with
fast
ones
;
all
the
whipping
comes
to
their
share
,
and
they
can
’
t
help
it
.
She
was
often
used
in
the
phaeton
,
and
was
very
much
liked
by
some
of
the
ladies
,
because
she
was
so
gentle
;
and
some
time
after
this
she
was
sold
to
two
ladies
who
drove
themselves
,
and
wanted
a
safe
,
good
horse
.
I
met
her
several
times
out
in
the
country
,
going
a
good
steady
pace
,
and
looking
as
gay
and
contented
as
a
horse
could
be
.
I
was
very
glad
to
see
her
,
for
she
deserved
a
good
place
.
After
she
left
us
another
horse
came
in
her
stead
.
He
was
young
,
and
had
a
bad
name
for
shying
and
starting
,
by
which
he
had
lost
a
good
place
.
I
asked
him
what
made
him
shy
.
