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11 Plain Speaking

           Theponyplungedforward,butthestrong,heavyhandheldtheprettycreaturebackwithforcealmostenoughtobreakitsjaw,whilethewhipstillcutintohim.Itwasadreadfulsighttome,forIknewwhatfearfulpainitgavethatdelicatelittlemouth;butmastergavemetheword,andwewereupwithhiminasecond.

           “Sawyer,”hecriedinasternvoice,“isthatponymadeoffleshandblood?”

           “Fleshandbloodandtemper,”hesaid;“he’stoofondofhisownwill,andthatwon’tsuitme.”Hespokeasifhewasinastrongpassion.Hewasabuilderwhohadoftenbeentotheparkonbusiness.

           “Anddoyouthink,”saidmastersternly,“thattreatmentlikethiswillmakehimfondofyourwill?”

           “Hehadnobusinesstomakethatturn;hisroadwasstraighton!”saidthemanroughly.

           “Youhaveoftendriventhatponyuptomyplace,”saidmaster;“itonlyshowsthecreature’smemoryandintelligence;howdidheknowthatyouwerenotgoingthereagain?Butthathaslittletodowithit.Imustsay,Mr.Sawyer,thatamoreunmanly,brutaltreatmentofalittleponyitwasnevermypainfullottowitness,andbygivingwaytosuchpassionyouinjureyourowncharacterasmuch,naymore,thanyouinjureyourhorse;andremember,weshallallhavetobejudgedaccordingtoourworks,whethertheybetowardmanortowardbeast.”

           Masterrodemehomeslowly,andIcouldtellbyhisvoicehowthethinghadgrievedhim.

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