Chapter 11: Plain Speaking
"And do you think," said master sternly, "that treatment like this
will make him fond of your will?"
"He had no business to make that turn; his road was straight on!"
said the man roughly.
"You have often driven that pony up to my place," said master;
"it only shows the creature's memory and intelligence; how did he know
that you were not going there again? But that has little to do with it.
I must say, Mr. Sawyer, that a more unmanly, brutal treatment
of a little pony it was never my painful lot to witness,
and by giving way to such passion you injure your own character as much,
nay more, than you injure your horse; and remember, we shall all have to be
judged according to our works, whether they be toward man or toward beast."
Master rode me home slowly, and I could tell by his voice
how the thing had grieved him. He was just as free to speak
to gentlemen of his own rank as to those below him; for another day,
when we were out, we met a Captain Langley, a friend of our master's;
he was driving a splendid pair of grays in a kind of break.
After a little conversation the captain said:
"What do you think of my new team, Mr. Douglas? You know,
you are the judge of horses in these parts, and I should like your opinion."
The master backed me a little, so as to get a good view of them.
"They are an uncommonly handsome pair," he said, "and if they are
as good as they look I am sure you need not wish for anything better;
but I see you still hold that pet scheme of yours for worrying your horses
and lessening their power."
"What do you mean," said the other, "the check-reins? Oh, ah!
I know that's a hobby of yours; well, the fact is, I like to see my horses
hold their heads up."