I noticed the horse as a
rough-looking Canadian pony, with a certain air of stubborn
endurance. As the farmer took his seat by my side, the family
came to the door to see us off.
"Dick!" said the farmer in a peremptory voice, giving the rein a
quick jerk as he spoke. But Dick moved not a step. "Dick! you
vagabond! get up." And the farmer's whip cracked sharply by the
pony's ear.
It availed not, however, this second appeal. Dick stood firmly
disobedient. Next the whip was brought down upon him with an
impatient hand; but the pony only reared up a little. Fast and
sharp the strokes were next dealt to the number of half a dozen.
The man might as well have beaten the wagon, for all his end was
gained.
A stout lad now came out into the road, and, catching Dick by the
bridle, jerked him forward, using, at the same time, the
customary language on such occasions, but Dick met this new ally
with increased stubbornness, planting his fore feet more firmly
and at a sharper angle with the ground.
The impatient boy now struck the pony on the side of the head
with his clenched hand, and jerked cruelly at its bridle.
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