THE NEW HORSE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 39, 26 September 1891, Page 427

THE NEW HORSE.

Jack was the new horse, whose coming into the stable was the talk of the day, for within a week Jack had gotten away from his master, run several miles, and smashed a carriage into kindling-wood. Harry always led the horses from their stalls down to the water trough, saw that they drank all they wanted, and led them back again. Harry was big enough to do such tasks, but not big enough to understand what a fiery-tempered horse might do.

Harry went to Jack's stall, took the halter strap in his hands, and started for the water trough. Jack was in high glee. He reared up on his hind legs, lay down and rolled, and got up and kicked as high as the barn yard fence. Just as his hind feet went up he seemed to see little Harry trembling violently at the end of his halter strap. He stopped suddenly, walked quietly to the trough, thank, and let Harry lead him back to liis stall without another antic. And then Harry’s father, his brother Tom, and Jim, the groom, breathed more easily. Sure Cure. — ‘What are we going to do with baby':' asked a mother of her little four-year-old daughter, as they were chiding the younger ones for getting into the sugai bowl. • I don’t know,’ said the four year-old, ‘ unless you put her in the bag when you drown the cat.’