I wanted to lie down and rest, but with the saddle strapped tightly on there was no comfort, and there was not a drop of water to drink.
The afternoon wore on, and the sun got low. I saw the other colts led in, and I knew they were having a good feed.
"At last, just as the sun went down, I saw the old master come out with a sieve in his hand. He was a very fine old gentleman with quite white hair, but his voice was what I should know him by among a thousand.
It was not high, nor yet low, but full, and clear, and kind, and when he gave orders it was so steady and decided that every one knew, both horses and men, that he expected to be obeyed.
He came quietly along, now and then shaking the oats about that he had in the sieve, and speaking cheerfully and gently to me: `Come along, lassie, come along, lassie; come along, come along.'
I stood still and let him come up; he held the oats to me, and I began to eat without fear; his voice took all my fear away. He stood by, patting and stroking me while I was eating, and seeing the clots of blood on my side he seemed very vexed.
`Poor lassie! it was a bad business, a bad business;' then he quietly took the rein and led me to the stable; just at the door stood Samson. I laid my ears back and snapped at him.
`Stand back,' said the master, `and keep out of her way; you've done a bad day's work for this filly.' He growled out something about a vicious brute. `Hark ye,' said the father, `a bad-tempered man will never make a good-tempered horse. You've not learned your trade yet,
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