Jakes and the Lady
I was sold to a corn dealer and baker, whom Jerry knew, and with him he thought I should have good food and fair work. In the first he was quite right, and if my master had always been on the premises I do not think I should have been overloaded, but there was a foreman who was always hurrying and driving every one, and frequently when I had quite a full load he would order something else to be taken on. My carter, whose name was Jakes, often said it was more than I ought to take, but the other always overruled him. Twas no use going twice when once would do, and he chose to get business forward.
Jakes, like the other carters, always had the check-rein up, which prevented me from drawing easily, and by the time I had been there three or four months I found the work telling very much on my strength.
One day I was loaded more than usual, and part of the road was a steep uphill. I used all my strength, but I could not get on, and was obliged continually to stop. This did not please my driver, and he laid his whip on badly. Get on, you lazy fellow, he said, or Ill make you.
Again I started the heavy load, and struggled on a few yards; again the whip came down, and again I struggled forward. The pain of that great cart whip was sharp, but my mind was hurt quite as much as my poor sides. To be punished and abused when I was doing my very best was so hard it took the heart out of me. A third time he was flogging me cruelly, when a lady stepped quickly up to him, and said in a sweet, earnest voice:
Oh! pray do not whip your good horse any more; I am sure he is doing all he can, and the road is very steep; I am sure he is doing his best.
If doing his best wont get this load up he must do something more than his best; thats all I know, maam, said Jakes.
But is it not a heavy load? she said.
Yes, yes, too heavy, he said; but thats not my fault; the foreman came just as we were starting, and would have three hundredweight more put on to save him trouble, and I must get on with it as well as I can.
He was raising the whip again, when the lady said:
Pray, stop; I think I can help you if you will let me.
The man laughed.
You see, she said, you do not give him a fair chance; he cannot use all his power with his head held back as it is with that check-rein; if you would take it off I am sure he would do betterdo try it, she said persuasively, I should be very glad if you would.
Well, well, said Jakes, with a short laugh, anything to please a lady, of course. How far would you wish it down, maam?
Quite down, give him his head altogether.
The rein was taken off, and in a moment I put my head down to my very knees. What a comfort it was! Then I tossed it up and down several times to get the aching stiffness out of my neck. Poor fellow! that is what you wanted, said she, patting and stroking me with her gentle hand; and now if you will speak kindly to him and lead him on I believe he will be able to do better.
Jakes took the rein. Come on, Blackie. I put down my head, and threw my whole weight against the collar; I spared no strength; the load moved on, and I pulled it steadily up the hill, and then stopped to take breath.
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