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28 A Job Horse and His Drivers

           

           Thefarmerdismounted,andslippinghisreinoverhisarmatoncetookupmynearfoot.

           “Blessme,there’sastone!Lame!Ishouldthinkso!”

           Atfirsthetriedtodislodgeitwithhishand,butasitwasnowverytightlywedgedhedrewastone-pickoutofhispocket,andverycarefullyandwithsometroublegotitout.Thenholdingituphesaid,“There,that’sthestoneyourhorsehadpickedup.Itisawonderhedidnotfalldownandbreakhiskneesintothebargain!”

           “Well,tobesure!”saidmydriver;“thatisaqueerthing!Ineverknewthathorsespickedupstonesbefore.”

           “Didn’tyou?”saidthefarmerrathercontemptuously;“buttheydo,though,andthebestofthemwilldoit,andcan’thelpitsometimesonsuchroadsasthese.Andifyoudon’twanttolameyourhorseyoumustlooksharpandgetthemoutquickly.Thisfootisverymuchbruised,”hesaid,settingitgentlydownandpattingme.“IfImightadvise,sir,youhadbetterdrivehimgentlyforawhile;thefootisagooddealhurt,andthelamenesswillnotgooffdirectly.”

           Thenmountinghiscobandraisinghishattotheladyhetrottedoff.

           Whenhewasgonemydriverbegantoflopthereinsaboutandwhiptheharness,bywhichIunderstoodthatIwastogoon,whichofcourseIdid,gladthatthestonewasgone,butstillinagooddealofpain.

           Thiswasthesortofexperiencewejobhorsesoftencameinfor.

           

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