Not many years ago, Farmer Jones had an old horse named "Ned," who appeared
to have almost as much sense as some people. Ned was a favorite with his
master, who petted him as if he were a child instead of a dumb animal. The
horse seemed to understand every word that the farmer said to him, and
would obey him quite as readily and with as much intelligence as Rover, the
house dog. If his master came into the field where he was grazing, Ned
would come galloping up to meet him, and then caper round as playfully,
though not, it must be owned, as gracefully, as a kitten.
Farmer Jones, on these occasions, generally had an ear or two of corn in
his pocket; and Ned, whose nose had been many a time in that capacious
receptacle of odds and ends, after sweeping around his master two or three
times, would stop short and come sideling up, half coquetishly, yet with a
knowing twinkle in his eye, and commence a search for the little tidbit
that he had good reason for knowing lay snugly stored away in the pocket.
[Illustration: OLD NED.]
If any one besides his master went into the field and tried to catch Ned,
he was sure to have a troublesome time of it; and if he succeeded in his
object before circling the field a dozen times in pursuit of the horse, he
might think himself lucky. But a word or a motion of the hand from Farmer
Jones was all-sufficient. Ned would become, instantly, as docile as a
child, trot up to his side, and stand perfectly still to receive the saddle
and bridle.
When Farmer Jones was on the back of Ned, or sitting behind him in the old
chaise, no horse could be more even in his gait, or more orderly in all his
movements. But it wasn't safe for any one else to try the experiment of
riding or driving him. If he escaped without a broken neck, he might think
himself exceedingly fortunate; for the moment any one but his master
attempted to govern his actions in any way, he became possessed with a
spirit that was sometimes more than mischievous. He would kick up, bite,
wheel suddenly around, rear up on his hind feet, and do almost every thing
except go ahead in an orderly way, as a respectable horse ought to have
done.
Ned was too great a favorite with his master for the latter to think of
trying very hard to correct him of these bad practices. He would talk to
him, sometimes, about the folly of an old horse like him prancing about,
and cutting up as many antics as a young colt; but his words, it was clear,
went into one of Ned's ears and out of the other, as people say, for Ned
did not in the least mend his manners, although he would nod his head in a
knowing and obedient way, while his master was talking to him.
Ned spent at least two thirds of his time, from the period when the grass
sprung up, tender and green, until it became pale and crisp with frost, in
a three-acre field belonging to his master, where he ate, walked about,
rolled himself on the soft sward, or slept away the hours, as happy as a
horse could be. Across one corner of this field a little boy and his sister
used every day to go to school. The little boy was a namesake of the horse;
but he was usually called Neddy. One day Neddy felt rather mischievous, as
little boys will feel sometimes. He had a long willow switch in his hand,
and was cutting away at every thing that came within his reach. He
frightened a brood of chickens, and laughed merrily to see them scamper in
every direction; he made an old hog grunt, and a little pig squeal, and was
even so thoughtless as to strike with his slender switch a little lamb,
that lay close beside its mother on the soft grass.
"Don't, don't, Neddy," Jane, his sister, would say.
But the little fellow gave no heed to her words. At last, in crossing the
field, they came to where the old horse lay under the shade of a great
walnut tree. The temptation to let him have a taste of the switch was too
strong for Neddy to resist; so he passed up close to the horse, and gave
him a smart cut across the shoulders.
Now that was an indignity to which the old fellow was not prepared to
submit. Why, it was at least ten years since the stroke of a whip had been
felt upon his glossy skin. Whip and spur were of the times long since gone
by. Springing up as quickly as if he were only a colt instead of a grave
old horse, Ned elevated his mane, and swept angrily around the now
frightened lad, neighing fiercely, and striking out into the air with his
heels at a furious rate. Jane and Neddy ran, but the horse kept up, and by
his acts threatening every moment to kill them. But, angry as the old
fellow was, he did not really intend to harm the children, who at length
reached the fence toward which they were flying. Jane got safely over, but
just as Neddy was creeping through the bars, the horse caught hold of his
loose coat, with his teeth, and pulled him back into the field, where he
turned him over and over on the grass with his nose for half a dozen times,
but without harming him in the least, and then let him go, and went
trotting back to the cool, shady place under the old walnut tree, from
which the switch of the thoughtless boy had aroused him.
Neddy, you may be sure, was dreadfully frightened, and went crying home. On
the next day, when they came to the field in which Ned lived at his ease
and enjoyed himself, the old horse was grazing in a far-off corner, and the
children thought they might safely venture to cross over. But they had only
gained half the distance, when Ned espied them, and, with a loud neigh,
gave chase at full gallop. The children ran, in great alarm, for the fence,
and got through, safely, before the horse came up.
After this, whenever they ventured to cross the field, Ned would interfere.
Once he got Neddy's hat in his mouth, and ran off with it. But he didn't
harm it any, and after keeping the children waiting at the fence for about
half an hour, came and threw it over; after which he kicked up both his
heels in a defiant manner, and giving a "horse laugh," scampered away as if
a locomotive were after him.
At last Neddy's father complained to Farmer Jones of the way in which his
old horse was annoying the children, who had to pass through the field, as
they went to school, or else be compelled to go a long distance out of
their way. The farmer inquired the cause of Ned's strange conduct, and
learned that the little boy cut him across the shoulders with a willow
switch.
"Ho! ho!" said he, "that's the trouble, is it? Ned won't bear a stroke from
any one. But I will make up the matter between him and the children. So let
them stop here on their way from school this evening."
The children stopped accordingly. Ned was standing in the barn-yard, the
very picture of demure innocence. But when he saw little Neddy and his
sister, he pricked up his ears, shook his head, and neighed.
"Come, come, old boy!" said the farmer, "we've had enough of that. You must
learn to forgive and forget. The little fellow was only playing with you."
Ned appeared to understand his master, for he looked a little ashamed of
himself, and let his pointed ears fall back again to their old places.
"Now, my little fellows," said Farmer Jones, "take up a handful of that
sweet new hay, and call him to the bars."
"I'm afraid," returned Neddy. "He'll bite me."
"Not he. Why the old horse wouldn't harm a hair of your head. He was only
trying to frighten you as a punishment for the stroke you gave him. Come.
Now's your time to make friends."
Neddy, thus encouraged, gathered a handful of the sweet new hay that was
scattered around, and going up to the fence, held it out and called to the
horse--
"Here! Ned, Ned, Ned!"
The horse shook his head, and stood still.
"Come along, you old vagabond!" said Farmer Jones, in a voice of reproof.
"Don't you see the lad's sorry for the cut he gave you? Now walk up to the
bars, and forgive the little fellow, as a sensible horse ought to do."
Ned no longer hesitated, but went up to the bars, where Neddy, half
trembling, awaited him, and took the sweet morsel of hay from the child's
hand. Jane, encouraged by this evidence of docility, put her hand on the
animal's neck, and stroked his long head gently with her hand, while Neddy
gathered handful after handful of hay, and stood close by the mouth of the
old horse, as he ate it with the air of one who enjoyed himself.
After that, the children could cross the field again as freely as before,
and if Ned noticed them at all, it was in a manner so good natured as not
to cause them the slightest uneasiness.