my mind was hurt quite as much as my poor sides. To be punished and abused when I was doing my very best was so hard it took the heart out of me. A third time he was flogging me cruelly when a lady stepped quickly up to him and said, in a sweet, earnest voice:
" Oh! pray do not whip your good horse anymore; I am sure he is doing all he can, and the road is very steep; I am sure he is doing his best."
" If doing his best won't get this load up, he must do something more than his best; that's all I know, ma'am," said Jakes.
" But is it not a heavy load ?" she said.
" Yes, yes, too heavy," he said; " but that's not my fault; the foreman came just as we were starting, and would have three hundred-weight more put on to save him trouble, and I must get on with it as well as I can."
He was raising the whip again, when the lady said:
" Pray, stop; I think I can help you if you will let me."
The man laughed.
" You see," she said, " you do not give him a fair chance; he cannot use his power with his head back as it is with that check-rein; if you would take it off, I am sure he would do betteródo try it," she said, persuasively. " I should be very glad if you would."
" Well, well," said Jakes, with a short laugh, " anything to please a lady, of course. How far would you wish it down, ma'am?"
11 Quite down ; give him his head altogether."
The rein was taken off, and in a moment I put my head down to my very knees. What a comfort it was 1 Then I tossed it up and down several times to get the aching stiffness out of my neck.
11 Poor fellow! that is what you wanted," said she, pat≠ting and stroking me with her gentle hand; " and now if you will speak kindly to him and lead him on, I believe he will be able to do better."