Certain admirers of the useful, beautiful, dangerous and senseless
beast known to many of them as the “hoss” are promising the creature a
life of elegant leisure, with opportunities for mental culture which he
has not heretofore enjoyed. Universal use of the automobile in all its
actual and possible forms and for all practical purposes in the world’s
work and pleasure is to relieve the horse from his onerous service and
give him a life of ease “and a perpetual feast of nectared sweets.”
The horse of the future is to do no work, have no cares, be immune to
the whip, the saddle, the harness and the unwelcome attentions of the
farrier. He is to toil not, neither spin, yet Nebuchadnezzar in all
his glory was not stabled and pastured as he is to be. In brief, the
automobile is going to make of this bad world a horse elysium, where
the tired brute can repose on beds of amaranth and moly, to the eminent
satisfaction of his body and his mind.
There is reason to fear that all these hopes will not come to
fruitage. It is not seen just why a generation of selfish and somewhat
preoccupied human beings who know not the horse as an animal of
utility should cherish him as a creature of merit. We have already
one pensioner on our bounty who does little that is useful in return
for his keep and an incalculable multitude of things which we would
prefer that he should not do if he could be persuaded to forego
them—the domestic dog, to wit. We are not likely to augment our burden
by addition of the obsolete horse. Those of us who, through stress of
necessity or the promptings of Paris, have tested our teeth upon him
know that he is not very good to eat; he will hardly be cultivated for
the table, like the otherwise inutile and altogether unhandsome pig.
The present vogue of the horse as a comestible, a viand, is without
the knowledge and assent of the consumer, but an abattoir having its
outlying corrals gorged with waiting horses would be an object of
public suspicion and constabular inquiry. As a provision against human
hunger the horse may be considered out of the running. Hard, indeed,
were the heart of the father who would regale the returning prodigal
with a fatted colt.
There will be no horses in our “leisure class,” for there will be no
horses. The species will be as effectually effaced by the automobile
as if it had run over them. If the new machine fulfills all the hopes
that now begin to cluster about it the man of the future will find a
deal of our literature and art unintelligible. To him the equestrian
statue, for example, will be an even more astonishing phenomenon than
it commonly is to us.
There is a suggestion in all this to our good and great friends, the
vegetarians. They do not easily tire of pointing out the brutality of
slaughtering animals to get their meat, although it is not obvious
that we could eat them alive. We should breed some of these edible
creatures anyhow, for they serve other needs than those of appetite;
but others, like the late Belgian hare, who virtually passed away as
soon as the breeders and dealers failed to convince us that we were
eating him, would become extinct. Many millions of meat-bearing animals
owe whatever of life we grant them to the fact that we mean eventually
to deprive them of it. Seeing that they are so soon to be “done for,”
they may not understand what they were “begun for”; but if life is a
blessing, as most of us believe and themselves seem to believe, for
they manifest a certain reluctance to give it up, why, even a short
life is a thing to be thankful for. If we had not intended to kill them
they would not have lived at all.
From this superior point of view even the royal sport of slaughtering
such preserved game as the English pheasant seems a trifle less brutal
than it is commonly affirmed to be by those of us who are not invited
to the killing. This argument, too, has an obvious application in the
instance of that worthy Russian sect that denies the right of man to
enslave horses, oxen, etc. But for man’s fell purpose of enslaving them
there would be none.
And what about the American negro? Had it not been for the cruel greed
of certain Southern planters and Yankee skippers where would he be?
Would he be anywhere? So we see how all things work together for the
general good, and evil itself is a blessing in disguise. No African
slavery, no American negro; no American negro, no Senator Hanna’s
picturesque bill to pension his surviving ancestors. And without that
we should indubitably be denied the glittering hope of a similar bill
pensioning the entire negro race!
1903.