Evening star., 1936-01-26
Sense
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MIR. Bradley asked me to shoe his
horses. was also to put irons on this
youngster. only two-year-old then.
As walked behind him l carelessly
dropped my heavy steel tools on the
cement floor. 1t happened in that
corner over there in the yard. The
young horse. frightened by the sud-
den noise, stepped back and right on
one of the steel files, which cut into
the pasterns of one of his hind legs.
The scar should show yet; it was bad
cut and took many weeks to heal; but
l could never go near this horse
again"
The memory of horse! They say
the same thing of an elephant.
went back into the stable, and to
make sure that it was the man who
had caused Jadaan's excitement,
asked the horse-shoer to enter the
stable once more.
was standing beside Jadaan in the
box stall when the horse-shoer en-
tered. mind you. in his Sunday
clothes = not with his smelly" leather
apron and toolsD Jadaan, as if elec-
trified, jumped into the air, though he
could not see or hear the man - only
his sense of smell told him that an
enemy" was about.
The next day the horse -shoer did his
work with the other ten horses all
right; but he could not get near
Jadaan. took the shoes off Jadaan
myself - without any trouble at all.
OF course. Jadaan had been shod
many times during the previous five
years -four of them in Florida, during
which time Jadaan certainly had
necer seen this horse-shoer). This goes
to prove that Jadaan was not afraid
of the tools that injured him, but of
the man whom he connected with his
painful memory.
l could tell you many more stories
of Jadaan; it would take book to tell
them all. Here shall relate only one
more tale - one that shows what a
friend Jadaan turned out to be after
he was brought to California.
There was another stallion, Magil
(or Mizuel. as he was registeredD that
had bought from MIR. Bradley and
brought out to California with Jadaan
and nine other Arabians.
During my absence from the ranch
for few days, someone got hold of
Magil and fired both his front legs
for swollen tendons. Magil had been
thrown by force, roped with lariats
and the crude and cruel operation"
performed by a mule driver who had
taken advantage of my absence.
From that day on Magil was never
again the horse he used to be. He
hated human beings. He was an Arab
proud, intelligent and never any,
ones slave. They could have fired"
him in decent way, but they should
not have roped him and thrown him
like pig on the ground. No sir. an
Arab will not stand for that.
When i returned, the damage was
done; the firing" by the way, had
been useless.
Magil had always been a splendid
horse to ride. A bit nervous, but a
runner and jumper of great speed.
was always proud to ride him because
he was not only Snowy" but willing
and fearless. had made a fine. crafty
polo horse out of him.
But now Magil was killer. He had
learned to bite and kick. It took
months of patience and dangerous
moments galore before l could say:
''Magil almost seems to have found
his old trust in human beings again."
Almost - not quite. He had gradu-
ally lost all his bad manners except
one or two: he would suddenly (that
is, really Unexpectedly, right out of
the blue) rise on his hind feet and try
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