CHAPTER III

MY BREAKING IN

I was now beginning to grow handsome, my coat had grown fine and soft,

and was bright black. I had one white foot and a pretty white star on my

forehead. I was thought very handsome; my master would not sell me till

I was four years old; he said lads ought not to work like men, and colts

ought not to work like horses till they were quite grown up.

When I was four years old, Squire Gordon came to look at me. He examined

my eyes, my mouth, and my legs; he felt them all down, and then I had to

walk and trot and gallop before him; he seemed to like me, and said,

"When he has been well broken in he will do very well." My master said

he would break me in himself, and he lost no time about it, for the next

day he began.

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, and a

breeching, and to stand still while they are put on; then to have a cart

or a buggy 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.

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I had, of course, long been used to a halter and a head-stall, 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! 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 around 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

galloped to the further side of the meadow, 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. Now if any one

wants to break in a young horse well, that is the way.

My master often drove me in double harness, with my mother, because she

was steady and could teach me how to go better than a strange horse. She

told me the better I behaved the better I should be treated, and that it

was wisest always to do my best to please my master. "I hope you will

fall into good hands, but a horse never knows who may buy him, or who

may drive him; it is all a chance for us; but still I say, do your best

wherever it is, and keep up your good name."

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