94 BLACK BEAUTY.
In my old home I always knew that John and my master were my friends: but here, although in many ways I was well treated, I had no friend. York might have known, and very likely did know, how that rein harassed me; but 1 suppose he took it as a matter of course that could not be helped; at any rate, nothing was done to relieve me.
THE LADY ANNE, OR A RUNAWAY HORSE.
Early in the spring, Lord W-----and part of his family
went up to London, and took York with them. 1 and Ginger and some other horses were left at home for use, and the head groom was left in charge.
The Lady Harriet, who remained at the Hall, was a great invalid, and never went out in the carriage1, and the Lady Anne preferred riding on horseback with her brother or cousins. She was a perfect horsewoman, and as gay and gentle as she was beautiful. She chose me for her horse, and named me "Black Auster." I enjoyed these rides very much in the clear, cold air, sometimes with Ginger, sometimes with Lizzie. This Lizzie was a bright bay mare, almost thoroughbred, and a great favorite with the gentlemen, on account of her tine action and lively spirit; but Ginger, who knew more of her than 1 did, told me she was rather nervous.
There was a gentleman of the name of Blantyre staying at the Hall; he always rode Lizzie, and praised her so much that one day Lady Anne ordered the side-saddle to be put on her, and the other saddle on me. When we came to the door, the gentleman seemed very uneasy.
" How is this ?" he said. " Are you tired of your good Black Auster ?"