Chapter 20: Joe Green
Joe Green went on very well; he learned quickly, and was so
attentive and careful that John began to trust him in many things;
but as I have said, he was small of his age, and it was seldom
that he was allowed to exercise either Ginger or me; but it so happened
one morning that John was out with Justice in the luggage cart,
and the master wanted a note to be taken immediately to a gentleman's house,
about three miles distant, and sent his orders for Joe to saddle me
and take it, adding the caution that he was to ride steadily.
The note was delivered, and we were quietly returning when we came
to the brick-field. Here we saw a cart heavily laden with bricks;
the wheels had stuck fast in the stiff mud of some deep ruts,
and the carter was shouting and flogging the two horses unmercifully.
Joe pulled up. It was a sad sight. There were the two horses
straining and struggling with all their might to drag the cart out,
but they could not move it; the sweat streamed from their legs and flanks,
their sides heaved, and every muscle was strained, while the man,
fiercely pulling at the head of the fore horse, swore and lashed
"Hold hard," said Joe; "don't go on flogging the horses like that;
the wheels are so stuck that they cannot move the cart."
The man took no heed, but went on lashing.
"Stop! pray stop!" said Joe. "I'll help you to lighten the cart;
they can't move it now."
"Mind your own business, you impudent young rascal, and I'll mind mine!"
The man was in a towering passion and the worse for drink,
and laid on the whip again. Joe turned my head, and the next moment
we were going at a round gallop toward the house of the master brick-maker.
I cannot say if John would have approved of our pace, but Joe and I
were both of one mind, and so angry that we could not have gone slower.
The house stood close by the roadside. Joe knocked at the door,
and shouted, "Halloo! Is Mr. Clay at home?" The door was opened,
and Mr. Clay himself came out.