riven for the first time also.

"Hallo!" said he. "Have you had a bit in your mouth too? Wasn't it
dreadful? I am so angry that my hoofs fairly tingle to hit that farmer."

"It was hard," said the Gray Colt, "but the man who drove me was very
kind and let me rest often. He patted me, too, and that helped me to be
brave. My mother says we won't mind the bit at all after we are used to
it."

"Well," said the Bay Colt, "I'm never going to be used to it. I won't
stand it, and that's all there is about it." He stamped his hoofs and
looked very important. Two-year-olds often look quite as important as
ten-year-olds, and they feel much more so. The Bay Colt was rather proud
of his feet, and thought it much nicer to have solid hoofs than to have
them split, like those of the Cows, the Hogs, and the Sheep.

[Illustration: HAD A SORE MOUTH FROM JERKING ON THE LINES.]

When he said that he would not stand it to be driven, a queer little
sound ran through the stalls. It was like the wind passing over a
wheatfield, and was caused by the older Horses taking a long breath and
whispering to themselves. The Bay Colt's mother was saying, "Poor child!
What hard work he does make of life!"

The next day both Colts were driven again, and the next day, and the
next, and the next. By this time the Gray Colt was quite used to it. She
said she rather enjoyed knowing what the man was thinking, and that she
could tell his thoughts by the feeling of the lines, much as she used to
understand her mother by rubbing noses when she was a tiny Colt. Her
cousin had a sore mouth from jerking on the lines, and he could not
enjoy eating at all. That made it even harder for him, because he got
very hungry, and it is not so easy to be sensible when one is hungry.

When the Gray Colt learned to walk steadily and turn as her driver
wished, she was allowed to draw a light log through the furrows of a
field. This tired her, but it made her very proud, and she arched her
neck and took the daintiest of steps. It was not necessary that the log
should be drawn over the field; still, she did not know this, and
thought it was real work, when it was done only to teach her to pull.
The man who was driving her patted her neck and held her nose in his
hand. When he stopped to eat an apple, he gave her the core, and she
thought she had never tasted anything so good. As she went back to her
stall, she called to the Horses near, "I have been working. I have drawn
a log