106 In the Sandy End of 



" Little bit frisky this morning, are n't 

 they, Jim?" 



" Stiddy thar, Jinny ! Oh, that 's noth- 

 in'. I '11 run 'em up Bald Hill lickety 

 split and they '11 stand while we 're fishin' 

 after that. Say ! Look here ! Don't 

 let yer feet swing too fur from the front 

 of the waggin so 's to hit Jinny's legs." 



" Is she a kicker, Jim ? " 



"Kicker? Well, no; not zactly, 'less 

 you begin it yerself. Be a little keerful, 

 though. Oh, never mind 'bout movin' 

 back. Stay whar you be. Don't get 

 skeered. She won't kick 'less she 's 

 s'prised. I 've only jist got her, and I '11 

 treat her kinder kind, and bimeby she 

 won't never kick. Git up, Jinny !" 



Jim accompanied the injunction with a 

 cobble-stone which he pulled out of his 

 side pocket, striking the mare between 

 the ears. 



"Git up!" 



Another stone from the side pocket hit 

 her on the neck. 



" Why do you do that, Jim ? Why 

 don't you use your whip ? " 



