The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-11-14
The History Of Black Beauty.

Another thing, they scarcely ever put'on
the break, however steep the downhill
may be, and thus bad accidents sometimes
happen or if they do put it on, they often
forget to take it off at the bottom of the
hill, and more than once have had to
pull halfway up the next hill, with one of
the wheels held by the break, before nv
driver chose to think about it; and that is
terrible strain on horse.
Then these cookneys, instead of starting
at an easy pace, as gentleman would do,
generally set off at full speed from the very
stable yard when theI want to stop, they
first whip US, and then pull up SO sudden
ly that we are nearly thrown on our haun-
ches, and our mouths jagged with the
bit-they call that pulling up with dash :;
and when they turn corner, they do it as
sharply as if there were no right side or
wrong side of the road
L we'll remember one spring evening
and Rory had been out for the day.
RORY was the horse that went with me
when pair was ordered, and a good hon
est fellew he was.) We had our own
driver, and as he was always considerate
and gentle with US, we had a very Plea
SAINT day. We were coming home at
good smart pace about twilight. Ourroad
turned sharp to the left; but as we were
close to the hedge on our own side, and
there was plenty of room to pass, our
deliver did not pull us in. AS we neared
the corner heard horse and two wheels
coming rapidly down the hill towards us,
The hedge was high, and l could see moth
ing, but the next moment we were upon
each other, Happily for me, was on the
side next the hedge. Rory was on the left
side of the pole, and had not even shaft
to protect him. Ghe man who was driy-
ing was making straight for the corner,
and when he came in sight of us he had no
time to pull over to his own side. The
whole shock came upon Rory. The gig
shaft ran right into the chest, making him
stagger back with cry that I shall never
forget the other horse was thrown upon
his launches and one shaft broken. 1t
turned out that it was horse from our
own stables. with the high-wheeed gig
that the young men were so fond of.
The driver was one of those random, ig-
norant fellows, who don't even know
which is their own side of the road, or, if
they know, don't care. And there was
poor Rory with his flesh torn open and
bleeding, and the blood streaming down.
They said if it had been little more to
one side it would have killed him; and a
good thing for him, poor fellow if it had
AS it was, it was long time before the
wound healed, and then he was sold for
coal-carting; and what that is, up and
down those eteep hills, only horses know.
Some of the sights L saw there, where a
horse had to come downhill with a heavy
loaded two-wheel cart behind him, on
which no brake could be placed, make me
sad even now to think of.
After Rory was disabled, L often emit in
the carriage with mare named Peggy,
who stood in the next stall to mine She
was strong, well-made animal, ola bright
dun color, beautifully dappled, and with a
dark brown name and tail. There was no
high breeding about her, but she was very
pretty and remarkably sweet-tempered
and willing. Still, there was an anxious
look about her eye, by which knsw she
had some trouble The first time we went
out together l thought she had very odd
pace; she seemed to go partly trot, part
ly a canter, three of four PAGES, and then
little jump forward.
1t was very unpleasant for any horse
who pulled with her, and made me quite
fdgety. When we got home, asked her
what made her go in that odd, awkward
way.
(To be continued next Sunday.)