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"I rely on my simple rights the inalienable rights o' my unfettered horsehood. An' I am proud to say I have never, since my first shoes, lowered myself to obeyin' the will o' man." "'Must ha' had a heap o' whips broke over yer yaller back," said Tedda. "Hev ye found it paid any?" "Sorrer has been my portion since the day I was foaled.
" I think we'd better get home," I said to my companion, when Rod had finished; and we climbed into the coupe, Tedda whinnying, as we bumped over the ledges: "Well, I'm dreffle sorry I can't stay fer the sociable; but I hope an' trust my friends'll take a ticket fer me." "Bet your natchul!" said Muldoon, cheerfully, and the horses scattered before us, trotting into the ravine.
"Well, you needn't tell, smarty," said Tuck, with a squeal and a kick. "I'd heard o' kisses, o' course," Tedda went on, "but they hadn't come my way specially. I don't mind tellin' I was that took aback at that man's doin's he might ha' lit fire-crackers on my saddle.
"It's ha'f-seein' the pesky thing bobbin' an' balancn' behind the winkers gits on my nerves. Then the boss looked at the bit they'd sold with me, an' s' he: 'Jiminy Christmas! This 'u'd make a clothes-horse Stan' 'n end! Then he gave me a plain bar bit, an' fitted it 's if there was some feelin' to my maouth." "Hain't ye got any, Miss Tedda?" said Tuck, who has a mouth like velvet, and knows it.
The Deacon was the first to call to her. He is a very dark iron-grey four-year-old, son of Grandee. He has been handled since he was two, was driven in a light cart before he was three, and now ranks as an absolutely steady lady's horse proof against steam-rollers, grade-crossings, and street processions. "Salt!" said the Deacon, joyfully. "You're dreffle late, Tedda."
Tedda Gabler was a new "trade,"with a reputation for vice which was really the result of bad driving. She had one working gait, which she could hold till further notice; a Roman nose; a large, prominent eye; a shaving-brush of a tail; and an irritable temper. She took her salt through her bridle; but the others trotted up nuzzling and wickering for theirs, till we emptied it on the clean rocks.
Tedda Gabler was a new "trade," with a reputation for vice which was really the result of bad driving. She had one working gait, which she could hold till further notice; a Roman nose; a large, prominent eye; a shaving-brush of a tail; and an irritable temper. She took her salt through her bridle; but the others trotted up nuzzling and wickering for theirs, till we emptied it on the clean rocks.
"I am not sayin' anythin' again' work," said the yellow horse; "work is the finest thing in the world." "'Seems too fine fer some of us," Tedda snorted. "I only ask that each horse should work for himself, an' enjoy the profit of his labours. Let him work intelligently, an' not as a machine." "There ain't no horse that works like a machine," Marcus began.
"Ef the shoe fits, clinch it," said Tedda, snorting. "I named no names, though, to be sure, some folks are mean enough an' greedy enough to do 'thout 'em." "There's a deal to be forgiven to ignorance," said the yellow horse, with an ugly look in his blue eye. "Seemin'ly, yes; or some folks 'u'd ha' been kicked raound the pasture 'bout onct a minute sence they came board er no board."
"Any any place to cramp the coupe?" Tedda panted. "It weighs turr'ble this weather. I'd 'a' come sooner, but they didn't know what they wanted ner haow. Fell out twice, both of 'em. I don't understand sech foolishness." "You look consider'ble het up. 'Guess you'd better cramp her under them pines, an' cool off a piece."
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