Big Jack, and other true stories of horsesJackson, Gabrielle E. (Gabrielle Emilie)
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Big Jack, and other true stories of horses
Jackson, Gabrielle E. (Gabrielle Emilie)
Horses -- Juvenile literature
We two were his only customers in that street, and during the summer
Mrs. Thompson’s house was closed for several weeks. At first Charlie
was determined to go on to the closed house, and not until he had
received most peremptory orders to “stand still, now, and wait till I
come back; don’t you know those folks aren’t there now?” and had been
summarily turned around and headed in the opposite direction did he
grasp the situation; but once it was settled in the horse-mind, all
was plain sailing for both horse and driver, and directly the jars of
milk had vanished around the corner of our house, Charlie would turn
his wagon carefully around and stand perfectly still to await his
master’s return; for the next customer’s house was many blocks away,
and Charlie had no notion of making Mr. Harris walk to it. We often
wondered how he reasoned it all out, but he certainly did, and never by
any chance missed a customer or gave his master an uncomfortably long
walk.
Charlie’s place in this world was indeed a humble one, but the example
he set might be followed with advantage by many a human being. At two
o’clock each afternoon Charlie would watch his master as he milked his
herd of sleek cows. He knew just how their turns came and exactly how
long it would take to milk “Jinny” and “Bossy” and “Buttercup” and
“Daffy,” and so on down the herd of ten or a dozen; and while they were
milked Charlie poked about the barnyard. He appreciated a joke, and
was never happier than when his master was the object of it. He would
frequently come up softly behind Mr. Harris, who was very hard of
hearing, and thrust his warm nose over his master’s shoulder as he sat
upon a milking stool, and when Mr. Harris, giving a start which nearly
proved fatal to the contents of the shining pail, turned about to shake
his fist at the horse and cry “Get along out of the way, you scamp!”
Charlie would seem as delighted over the prank as a child.
One day Charlie was unusually winsome, and, as Mr. Harris prepared to
take his place in the wagon, he stopped to stroke the soft neck and say:
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