I employ the intervals of study in walking among the beautiful scenery
of the village and its environs, if haply I may meet with some to whom I
may open my mind on this great theme. The last time that I went out for
this purpose, I met with a sad sight. A horse was running away with a
buggy, while between the body of the carriage and the wheel I saw
depending a foot, which I at once inferred was that of a lady. The horse
rushed by, and sure enough, a young lady had fallen on the floor of the
buggy, holding the reins, evidently entangled and embarrassed in her
posture, uttering the most heart-rending cries and shrieks, with
intermingled calls to the horse to stop.
I could not help looking at the horse, as he passed, with feelings of
strong displeasure. To think that anything having an ear to hear and a
sensibility to feel should be so heedless of the cries of distress,
roused up my soul to indignation. As I reflected, however, it occurred
to me that no doubt this horse had been subjected to unkind treatment
from his youth up. I began to blame his owners. Had the law of kindness
been observed in the early management of this horse, doubtless he would
have regarded the first appeal of this young lady to him.
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