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neck, nor had she ever been driven double. A mule, 

 attached to one of the wagons, had just dropped in 

 its tracks from overwork and underfeed, and the 

 wagon was blockading the entire train. The harness 

 was hastily taken from the fallen mule and clumsily 

 fitted to Sallie, and in a few minutes more, with a 

 crack of the whip and a volley of oaths, Sallie, the 

 gentle, the high-born, was pressing the soft muscles 

 of her tender neck against the rough sides of an army 

 collar and exerting her strength to pull an overloaded 

 army wagon by the side of a weary and ill-tempered 

 mule. 



1 Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thou- 

 sands mourn,' is perhaps not so true to-day as when 

 penned by the Scottish bard ; but man's inhumanity 

 to animals seems greater than at that earlier period. 

 In former days men were more dependent upon the 

 animals about them. Horses were practically the 

 only means of conveyance. The dog aided in secur- 

 ing game, on which life depended. Now, modern 

 invention has superseded the horse, and game is only 

 a luxurv. The result has been to dissolve the de- 

 pendent relation and consequent sympathy which 



