90 MY HORSE; MY LOVE. 



that there was literally no room left in the mouth 

 for the tongue to lie, so naturally it would hang out, 

 first on one side and then on the other. The horse 

 would prefer to keep his tongue in his mouth, but 

 the tendons being paralyzed and helpless, the poor 

 creature has no volition in the matter." 



This detracts considerably from a horse's value, 

 does it not? 



" It cannot fail to reduce his value greatly, a hang- 

 ing tongue being always so unsightly. Imagine a 

 horse held thus firmly by the check-rein; his head 

 high in air, his nose poking forward, his eyes covered 

 with blinders! He must go on, although he cannot 

 see where he is placing his feet. He lifts them 

 high, trying to feel his way carefully; he can only 

 turn his head when he turns his body, in obedience 

 to a pull on the rein, while all the bones and mus- 

 cles in his strong frame ache. Still, on he goes, 

 prancing or plodding, for there is a cracking whip 

 behind him ! He is amiable. He wants to do what 

 is required of him, and it is from this disposition 

 that his encouragement to mend his pace or mind his 

 ways must come — surely not from the stupid clogs 

 that check and make unnatural his gait and thereby 

 defeat their own intention!' 



Under the guidance of the check-rein the horse 

 must then go automatically? 



" Certainly, for nothing is left to his intelligence, 

 and he has no more volition than a machine. If 

 regarded as such, then is the machinist a bungler 

 in his trade; but it must be very hard for the in- 

 telligent horse to understand why his friendly ser- 



