The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-07-25
Continued from last Sunday.)
G1NGER's STORY coTINUED

GINGER's STORY CoTINUED
After this l was sent to Attersalls to be
sold, of course could not be warranted
free from vice, so nothing was said about
that. My handsome appearance and good
PAGES soon brought gentleman to bid
for me, and l was bought by another
dealer. He tried me in all kinds of ways
and with different bits, and he soon found
out what could not bear. At last he
drove me quite without check rein, and
then sold me as perfectly gentle horse
to a gentleman in the country; he was a
good master, and was getting along very
we'll, but his old groom left him, and a
new one came. This man was as hard
tempered, and as hard handed as Samson;
he always spoke in rough, impatient
voice, and if l did not move in the stall
the moment he wanted me, he would hit
me above the hooks with his stable broom
or the fork, whichever he might have in
his hand. Everything he did was rough,
and began to hate him; he wanted to
make me afraid of him, but / was two
high-mettled for that, and one day when
he had aggravated me more than usual,
| bit him, which of course put him in a
great rage, and he began to hit me about
the head with riding whip. After that
he never dared to come into my stall
a gain; either my heels or my teeth were
ready f or him, and he knew it. l was
he listened to what the man said, and so
| was cold again, The same dealer heard
of me, and said he thought he knew of
one place where l should do WELL "T'was
pity" he sid, "that such fine horse
should go to the bad for want of real good
chance" and the end of it was that |
came here not long before you did; but l
had then made up my mind that men
were my natural enemies, and that |
must defend myself. OF course it is very
different here, but who knows how long
it will last? l wish l could think about
things as you do; but | can't after all I've
gone through. "Well" l said. 81 think
it would be real shame if you were to
bite or kick John or James" 81 don't
mean to-" She said, while they are good
to me. | did bite James once pretty
sharp, but John said. "Try her kindness
and instead of Furnishing me as l expect
ed, James came to me with his arm
bound up, and brought me bran mash
and stIoked me and / never snapped at
ry for Ginger, but of course 1 knew very
little then, and l thought she made the
worst of it: however, found that, as the
weeks went on, she grew much more gen.
tie and cheerful, and had lost the watch
full defiant look she used to turn on any
strange person that came near her; and
one day James said. al do believe that
mare is getting fond of me, she quite
whinnied after me this morning when l
had done rubbing her forehead" aye,
aye, Jim, tbs the Birtwick balls" said
John, She'll be as good as Black Beauty
by and by, kindness is all the physic she
wants, poor thing! Master noticed the
change too, and one day when he got out
of the carriage, came to speak to us as he
often did, and stroked her beautiful head
and neck, "Well my pretty one well;
how do things go with you now? You are
good bit happier than you were when you
up in a friendly trustful way, and he rub
bed it gently. 1--WE shall make cure of
her, John" he said. Eyes sir she's Won
dertully improved: She's not the same
creature that she was: its the Berwick
balls, sir" aid John laughing. This
was little job of Johns; he used to say
that regular course of the "Birtwick
balls" would cure any vicious horse; these
balls were made he said, of patience and
gentleness, frmness and petting, one
pound of each to be mixed with pint Of
common sense, and given to the horse
every day.