142 OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



He is warranted to go in harness. The warranty didn't 

 say which way he 7uoiiid go. I put him into harness, and he 

 goes backwards. 



He is otherwise clever, and I do not think this was 

 stupidity. 



Sold him at a loss. Employing Trott as my selling agent. 



Suited at last. Cheap and nice. A cob, fourteen two. 

 Carries me (only I shan't ride him again, as I fancy he 

 stumbles when out of harness), and goes quietly in trap. 

 Strong : rather too like a deer about the legs, but my Aunt 

 thinks it perfection, and on the spot names the animal 

 " Gazelle:' 



After three weeks I come to the conclusion that Gazelle is 

 not strong enough for my work. Gazelle stumbles in 

 harness, and comes down on one knee. It might have been 

 a bad cut, but he only "took a little hair off." 



I have determined to sell him. But this time I shall do it 

 myself, not through Trott. 



Happy Tho7i^hl.Sel\'mg and buying are two very dif- 

 ferent things. Hitherto, personally, I've been the buyer, 

 now, personally, I am the seller. A proud position. 



Happy Thought. — Of course I don't part with him because 

 he stumbles. O dear no ! because really and truly the 

 stumbling was nothing. Any horse — (this is my reasoning 

 when debating whether I ought to mention the stumbHng to 

 a purchaser)— may stumble under similiar circumstances. 

 It was a stony road : it was dark : I was driving carelessly, 



