I heard afterward that it was young George Gordon, the squire’s only son, a fine, tall young man, and the pride of his family.
Now if any one wants to break in a young horse well, that is the way.
The next day I was brought up for my master.
“Well, I don’t think she does find pleasure,” says Merrylegs; “it is just a bad habit; she says no one was ever kind to her, and why should she not bite?
my wish to live at peace.”
I must not forget to mention one part of my training, which I have always considered a very great advantage
While I was young I lived upon my mother’s milk, as I could not eat grass.
Squire Gordon's park skirted the village of Birtwick. It was entered by a large iron gate, at which stood the first lodge, and then you trotted along on a smooth road between clumps of large old trees; then another lodge and another gate, which brought you to the house and the gardens. Beyond this lay the home paddock, the old orchard, and the stables. There was accommodation for many horses and carriages; but I need only describe the stable into which I was taken; this was very roomy, with four good stalls; a large swinging window opened into the yard, which made it pleasant and airy.
