38 MANAGEMENT OF THE HOESE. 



On the seventh day she gave up, and I told her owner to take 

 her and hitch her up and drive her, which he did. 



He drove her himself for about one week. I stayed in Richmond 

 four weeks, and when I left there his man was driving her all oyer 

 the city, delivering groceries. 



Another had kicker in Virginia, I met at Woodstock, where I 

 formed a class. 



The subject furnished me to handle was a gray horse, fifteen years 

 old, that the owner told me had been kicking all his life, and had 

 been traded round from one horseman to another, until it was con- 

 sidered impossible to drive him in harness. 



We commenced with this horse about four o'clock in the afternoon, 

 before the class, and worked with him until six o'clock in the even- 

 ing. Myself and assistant worked on him faithfully, using our best 

 efforts, and some of the class went off with the impression, when we 

 adjourned at six o'clock, that he never could be broken. 



The owner of the horse, a hotelkeeper, and others who were deeply 

 interested, turned out again the next morning to see us handle the 

 horse. 



When we commenced on him — after putting on the harness — every 

 time we would touch him with the pole he would kick, and every 

 time he would kick w r e would punish him with the bit, until finally, 

 after a hard fight of two hours, resting occasionally to get our wind, 

 he quit kicking, to the great astonishment of all present except myself 

 and assistant. 



We drove the horse, without breeching, to a two-wheeled cart, 

 standing on the axle and holding the horse by the tail. (See cut 

 No. 7.] 



Every time we stopped him, the cross-bar of the shafts would 

 bump up against him. This was in the fall of 1876, during the Presi- 

 dential campaign. • 



