SCHOOLING UNRULY HORSES.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1334, 18 November 1915, Page 4

SCHOOLING UNRULY HORSES.

ROUGH-RIDER’S SPECIMEN DAY. “Faith, sonr, it’s the divil that’s in him, and it’s us, sorr, that will exercise him.” The speaker is an Irish’ rough-rider with a “divil”-m‘ay-care expression on his clearly Irish face. He is one of the select litte staff of the Military Remount Training Stables, Melton Mowbray, and the ‘‘him’’ of his speech is one of his charges, a wild horse sent there to be “converted.” Horses that come to this spot are to be either cured, reformed, or converted, and this is done by means of the Irishman’s “exercise.” The stables are quite romantic in their own equine way. In charge is Colonel Jones, a former Indian officer, who has ridden horses, trained horses, bred horses, and written horses, almost all his years. With him is Captain S. G. Saunders, former riding master of the 4th Dragoon Guards, who loves to take th’e very worst cases that come into the school for treatment. There are also four sergeants, all excellent horsemen, and a little group of seven civil roughriders, whose ambition seems to be to get across the wildest tiling on four legs and stick there. A sense of the real danger of their work seems to be missing. When the Irish rider already mentioned soared, spread-eagled, through the air his only comment was. “Shure. it’s an angel I’ve been for a little while.”