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Title: Tuppy, or, The autobiography of a donkey /
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Title: Tuppy, or, The autobiography of a donkey /
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Language: English
Creator: Burrows, E.
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906
Greenaway, John, 1816-1890
Leighton, John, 1822-1912
James Burn & Company
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Publication Date: 1860
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
        Front Matter 3
    Frontispiece
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    Preface
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    Chapter I
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THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A DONKEY.


BY THE AUTHOR OF

"THE TRIUMPHS OF STEAM," "OUR EASTERN EMPIRE,"
MIGHT NOT RIGHT," ETC.


SECOND EDITION.



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LONDON:
GRIFFITH AND FARRAN
(SUCCESSORS TO NEWBERY & HARRIS),
CORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD.
MDCCCLXI.







































LONDON:
PRINTED BY WERTHEIMER AND CO.,
CIRCUS PLACE, FINSBCRY CIRCUS.










CONTENTS.



CHAPTER I.
My earliest Recollections-I find my Mother rather a dull Companion
-I make Friends with Old Thomas-The return of my Master's
Family-My First Interview with my dear Mistress-Annie and I
become great Friends . . . . . pp. 1-16

CHAPTER II.
My Mistress leaves Home-On her Return I do not know her-My
First Lesson, and who was the Best Master ..... .17-29

CHAPTER III.
I learn to draw my Mistress's Carriage-I see the World, and listen
to Evil Counsel-A Trick, and what came of it-I find that, after
all, Honesty is the best Policy . . . . 30-43

CHAPTER IV.
A Real Grievance-Richard and I declare War against each other-A
Struggle-I gain a Victory, and am conquered in my turn-I
change Masters, and enter a new Phase of Existence 44-59

CHAPTER V.
I travel into all Parts of England, and make acquaintance with every
Variety of People-At length I come to London-Regent-street
in mid-day-A Recognition-I make my first Appearance in a
Police Court, and prove myself a Valuable Witness-I take up
my Abode in the Green Yard." .. ... 60-84

CHAPTER VI.
The Trial comes to an end-An old Friend visits my Stable-I take
my first Railway Excursion, and find myself in well-remembered
Scenes-Home again-Conclusion . . . 85-100
















THE idea of this little story, the main incident
of which is strictly true, was suggested by read-
ing a curious trial published in the Times about
three years ago.


LONDON, 1859.








TUPPY:
on,

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A DONKEY.


CHAPTER I.
My earliest Recollections -I find my Mother rather a dull
Companion-I make friends with Old Thomas-The Return.
, of my Master's Family-My First Interview with my dear
" Mistress-Annie and I become great Friends.

THE Story of an Ass, and written by Himself!
Ah! good reader, have patience with me. It is
not the first time that such an indiscretion has
been committed, and doubtless it will not be the
last. And, indeed, if I did not think I had some-
thing pleasant to relate I would not trespass upon
your patience; but now, as in my old age I quietly
graze through the summer days in my pleasant
green field, or keep myself warm in my comfort-
able winter shed, I often think over my past
career, and it seems to me to have been so full of
strange events, that I am induced to jot down





2 THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A DONKEY.

some few of its most stirring incidents, in the hope
that whilst my faults may be a warning to some,
the blessing that has attended my earnest desire to
do my duty may be a comfort and encouragement
to all.
SMy first recollection of life is finding myself
lying quietly down by my mother's side on the
soft, green grass of a large field. Very pleasant
it looked to me, as I lay there under the shadow
of a great oak tree, and looked out upon the sun-
shiny landscape, and I thought I should never be
tired of lying there quite still, and admiring all the
wonderfully beautiful objects which met my eyes
wherever they turned.
But as soon as I began to be a little stronger,
this state of inaction became tiresome; my curiosity
was aroused to see what there might be beyond
my own little world, and many a frisk I took away
from my mother's side, to peep over a hedge into
another field, and amuse myself by looking at some
animals very different to ourselves, which my
mother said were cows; but I did not admire their
shape so much as our own, and as to their horns,
I did not think them half so pretty as our ears.
'Then, when I had looked at the cows till I was
tired, off I would gambol to where some iron rails





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separated our field from a long, sloping lawn,
bright with beds of many-coloured flowers. Every
day I seemed to spy out something more beautiful
than before, and I would gallop back to my
mother, and ask her to come and look too, and tell
me what was the name of this or that wonderful
new thing.
But my mother was not of so adventurous a
spirit as I was, or possibly she was getting old,
and did not like to be troubled with all my endless
questions; she was very ready to tell me what little
she knew, but she was not the least 'desirous of
increasing her stock of knowledge. "Ah! my
son," she would say sometimes, as she gave her
ears a melancholy shake, I foresee there is a great
deal of unhappiness in store for you. Why must
you always be spying about into that which does not
concern you; why are you not content to stay quietly
by your mother's side ? When you are my age
you will know the wisdom of just simply enjoying
your tuft of grass or draught of water without
troubling your head as to what the rest of the
world are doing."
"Very likely," I replied, with a kick of
disdain, for I was a pert young donkey from my
earliest years; but as I am not so old as you are
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4 .THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A DONKEY.

by a long way, you need not expect that I should
consider munching up grass from morning to night
is the perfection of earthly happiness. I want to
know what life is and what goes on beyond this
field. I declare I get sick to death of hearing you
munch, munch, munch, as if you had not a thought
beyond your nose."
Ah! my son," said my mother, sadly, you will
know what life is soon enough, never fear, and what
work is, and poor fare, and hard blows; and then,
when your back aches and your sides are sore, you
will remember your mother's words, and think that
if you could but get back again into this pleasant
field, you would trouble yourself very little with
what is going on in the outer world."
For a moment I was silent. Work,-poor fare,-
and hard blows were not pleasant-sounding words.
T had never heard them before, and I began to
wonder what they meant; but, my mind was
suddenly distracted by a sound behind the hedge,
and off I scampered to see what it might be, and
by the time I came back again to my mother's side,
I had forgotten the expressions that had alarmed
me, and was as full of tricks and gambols as I had
been before.
But though my mother was not fond of conver-





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station, yet I gathered from words which she would
occasionally let fall, sufficient to make me under-
stand that we were the servants of a gentleman of
good property, that my mother's business was to
draw his wife out in a little carriage, she being
in delicate health; and when I asked why I had
never seen her doing this, she told me the family
had all been away for some time, but that she
should be glad when they came home again, for they
were all very kind to her, and often brought her
some nice things, such as a carrot, or some cabbage
leaves, or occasionally even a small feed-of corn.
The idea of these dainties made my mouth
water, and I began to be as impatient as my
mother for the return of my master's family,
hoping that I, too, might come in for a share in her
good fortune. So anxious was I to know when
they were coming, that at length my incessant
teasing became unbearable to my mother, and she
angrily told me "to go and ask that old man on
the lawn there, for he was the only person the
least likely to be able to gratify my curiosity."
It was very easy to say "Ask," but how was I to
make him understand what I wanted to know?
Not but that we were very good friends. I had
made his acquaintance some time ago, during one





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of my visits to the iron railings which shut me out
from my favourite flower-garden. At first, when he
had come near me, I had felt very much frightened,
and had scampered away as hard as I could, but
he called out so 'pleasantly, "Wo-so ho, little
Neddy! that though I did not know that was my
name, yet I was sure he meant me, and so I sum-
moned up courage to turn round and look him in
the face, and a very kind face it was, and he held
out his hand so coaxingly, that I was induced to
come a few steps forward, but then my heart mis-
gave me, and I took two bounds back.
"Whoo-little Neddy-whoo," said the kind
voice again, "sure Thomas will not hurt you.
Come my little man, come and be scratched."
SSuch an invitation was irresistible. Again I
turned, walking a few steps towards my new ac-
quaintance, then I stopped. "Come, come," said
the voice again, and I made a few steps more in
advance. Again I heard myself encouraged, and
now I had approached near enough by stretching
out my neck to smell whether there was any mis-
chief in the hand that was stretched out towards
me. No, all seemed safe, and the hand was held
steady till I had been able to sniff all round it, and
satisfy myself that no harm was intended me; then





TIHE AIUTObIOGRAYHY OF A DONKEY.


the hand was gently raised to my head, and the
pleasantest sensation I had ever felt in my life was
transferred to my whole body. Oh, how soothing,:
how delightful was that rubbing and scratching,
and I browsed against my new friend, and looked
up in his face, as much as to say, "Oh! do it
again, please do it again."
"What, you like it, little Neddy; you like it, do
you," said the kind voice; "ah! I thought we
should soon be friends."
Friends, I should think we were; from that day.
forth I was always on the look-out for Old Thomas,
and no sooner did I see him come onf to the lawn,
than I would gallop up to the iron railings, kick
up my .heels, and bray out my welcome in my
loudest voice, though by the way I soon began to
perceive that this was not the most pleasing style
of address to my friend. There, Neddy, there,"
he would say, that is quite enough of that noise;
be silent, do." At first, I must confess, my vanity
was so much hurt, I felt inclined to turn my back
and take no further notice of my friend, but I was
soon sensible that I should be the greatest loseri
by such folly, and so wisely endeavouring to alter
my mode of salutation, I rubbed my nose against
the iron railings, ad .made the softest a~d most




THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A DONKEY.


whinnying tones of which my voice was capable.
It had the desired effect. Old Thomas evidently
saw, that I had got the better of my little tempers,
and was trying my best to be pleasant, and so he
would put down his rake or his hoe, or leave the
flowers he was tying up, and bring me a few car-
rots, or an apple or two, or something equally good,.
and as he was feeding me, he would say kindly-
"Ah! little Neddy, you are a good-hearted little
beast, full of spirits, but not a bit of vice about
you, and you will be a rare beauty one of these
days, that you will. How my young missus will
admire you! "
And then I would rub myself against his hand
and look up in his face, as much as to say, Who
is your young missus ? Tell me."
And so by degrees, as I say, we had grown
very intimate, and I could understand almost every-
thing Thomas said to me, but I was grieved to
find he did not comprehend my meaning so easily,
so that it was very difficult to get an answer to
what I wished to ask him. Sometimes he would say,
" Why, Neddy, you have got such intelligent eyes,
you look almost as if you could speak. I wonder
what you have got to say to me. Is it more
carrots you want, ay, Neddy? and he would hold





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out a carrot so close to my mouth that though
that was not what I wanted at all, yet for the life.
of me I could not resist the temptation of eating it
up; and so Thomas misunderstood my meaning, and
went away, thinking perhaps what a greedy little
donkey I was, whilst all the time I was only seek-
ing for instruction and information. Ah well;
I have listened since then to what many a man has
said of his neighbour or his friend, and I have come
to the conclusion, it is not only animals whose
earnest longings after truth must remain ungrati-
fied, and whose best actions are liable to be mis-
interpreted. If man cannot understand his fellow,
men, no wonder he knows very little of what dumb
brutes are thinking about.
Well, then, that day, when my mother got angry
with me for teasing her, and told me to be off and
ask Old Thomas, I felt piqued and angry. Who
knows," thought I, but that I can make him tell
me, and then there will be a triumph, for mother
only sends me to him because she is cross, and
because she thinks I shall never be able to find
out;" so, putting on my most pleasing manners, for
we can all seem to be very good-humoured when
we have got any end to gain by it, however cross
we may feel inside all the while, I galloped up to





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the iron railings, and began whinnying in my'
most engaging tones. It was not long before I
attracted the notice of Thomas, who, looking up
from his work, said, in his usual kind tone,
"Ah, little Neddy, you are come, are you? I
have nothing for you to-day."
Now though I quite understoodthis disappointing
announcement, yet I was not one bit more inclined
to go away. I had come for a particular purpose,
and I was determined to accomplish it, if possible.
Our race have the character of being obstinate, and
though I like to dignify it by the name of perse-
verance, yet I suppose I am no better than the rest
of my species. Any way, I began a series of gambols,
such as generally succeeded in bringing old Thomas
to my side. But in vain. I kicked my best kicks,
gambolled round in circles, pricked up my ears, and
even tried a short, very short bray. It was all to
no purpose, Thomas went steadily on with his
work, paying no attention to all my antics. At
length, sick of an exhibition which attracted no
admirers, I was on the point of returning, very
much out of humour, to my mother's side, when'
suddenly I saw Thomas leave off work for an
instant, and resting on his spade, he looked
towards me. This was encouragement enough,





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and again drawing near the rails, I began rubbing
my nose against them more wistfully than before.
"Poor little Keddy," he said, as he walked
slowly up to me, "you will soon have a better
playfellow than I am."
I pricked up my ears at the words. "Ah!"
thought I, "now it is coming."
"You see, I have no time to waste with you
to-day, Neddy," continued Thomas, "I have got
to get the place to rights. The master's coming
home; can you understand that, Neddy ?"
Understand it, of course I could, and I rubbed my
head against Thomas's hand to ask him to go on.
And when he comes, he must not see so much
as a leaf out of its place," said Thomas; "no bits
of carrots left by the rails, my little donkey. But
it is not long you will be left without a bite of
summat, I guess. When Miss Annie sees you,
I am very much mistaken if she does not give you
more than ever Old Thomas did. You will forget
your old friend then, maybe, Neddy."
Now somehow, though his voice sounded sor-
rowful as he- said these words, I was so overjoyed
at having made the discovery that the family were
returning, that I paid no heed to Thomas's grief,
my only thought was to get back to my mother,;





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and tell her the news as fast as possible. So break-
ing from the kind hand that was stroking me,
I turned hastily away.
"Ah! it is just like 'em all," I heard old Thomas
say; "men and beasts, they be much alike; they
will come fast enough if they think you have got
anything for them, and then, when they have got
all they can, off they go, like a shot, without so
much as a Thankye.' "
I hardly noticed the words then. I was very-
young, very conceited, and very much spoiled; but
I have often thought of them since, when I have
known what it was to have my own heart well nigh
broken by the unkindness of others. Ah me!
it is all very well for us old folks to preach. The
young ones will never pay a whit more heed to
any thing we may say than we did to our fathers.
Every one must buy his experience for himself,
Happy he who pays least dearly for it.
It was a day or two after my last conversation
with Thomas that, as I was frisking about the
field, feeling in more than usually high spirits, I
suddenly heard a voice exclaim, Oh look, look,
Papa-did you ever see such a little darling ?"
My natural self-sufficiency leading me instantly
to suppose that this term could apply to no other





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than myself, I turned immediately in the direction
of the speaker, and for a moment stood astonished
as I saw a beautiful little girl running towards me,
Whether it was that she came so fast towards me.
or whether it was that she was so unlike Thomas
or any thing I had ever seen before, I cannot say;
but a panic seized me, and without waiting to give
a second look, I galloped off, and never stopped till
I found myself safely ensconced on the further side
of my mother. Then I took courage to look up,
and saw that my pursuer had also given up the
chase.
Finding this was the case, and emboldened also
by seeing that my mother showed no sign of alarm,
I peeped out again, and then went a few steps in
advance.
Gently Annie, gently my love," I heard the
elder person say; do not frighten the little thing.
Let us find it something to eat, it will come
then."
Oh, yes, papa; Thomas says it comes up every
day to be fed. I will run and fetch some carrots,
may I ?"
The permission being given, off ran the little
girl, and by the time she had returned, I had suffi--
ciently mastered my emotion to approach with a





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tolerable degree of self-possession. Still it was not
.without considerable alarm that I saw Annie come
.inside the fence, and walk up to where I was stand-
ing; and I confess I should have been glad to have
had the railings as a protection between us. I dare
:say you think this was very silly, and so it was;
but can you never remember, kind reader, the time
when your faults or your follies made you wish to
keep the railings between your best friend and
.yourself? However, this was the last time that I
ever committed such a mistake with Annie.
From that day forward we became the best of
friends. I never was so happy as when I was
with her, and few days passed that she did not pay
me two or three visits-sometimes she would coax
me back with her to the house, and even take
me with her into one of the sitting rooms.
But I did not like those visits, and always
escaped from them when I could. It was quite
contrary to my nature to behave with the degree
of quiet propriety which was necessary in society.
My mistress schooled and taught me to the best of
her ability, and I did what I could to follow her
instructions; but I am afraid I was not at all an
apt scholar. I never felt at my ease in a room
fitted up with all sorts of strange, queer-looking





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things, of which I did not understand the use, and
which I always dreaded I should knock down and
destroy, and so get into disgrace; and I took pains
to show her I only came into the house to obey
her, and not from any wish of my own. I think
she understood me, for she would often say, in her
kind caressing way,
Oh! Tuppy, you like being out in the fields,
frisking about, better than coming into the drawing-
room, I can see that plainly enough; but, Tuppy,
you must remember, you must learn to behave like
a well-bred little donkey, for if you spend all your
life frisking about on the grass, you will grow up
so ignorant that I shall be quite ashamed of you,
Tuppy; and, after all, you are much better off
than I am-I sit for hours, and hours, and hours,
quite still, learning my lessons, and you-you stupid
little thing, you are tired if you stand still for five
minutes together. Ah Tuppy, you have a great
deal to learn before your education is finished."
And so I had, though I did not know it then;
and like a thoughtless little creature as I was, I
did not trouble my head about what was to take
place in the future-perfectly content to go gam-
bolling about in the enjoyment of the happy
present.





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Those were pleasant times, and my memory likes
to go back to them. It is astonishing how fond
the old are of recalling the enjoyments of their
young days, and perhaps they are a little apt to
forget that what is so very pleasant to themselves
is rather tedious to others; and so I shall keep the
remembrance of the first three happy years of my
life for my own consolation, and pass rapidly on
to the more stirring period of my existence.











CHAPTER II.


My Mistress, leaves Home-On her Return I do not know her
-My First Lesson, and who was the Best Master.

MY master's family had been away from home for
a long, long, time-so long, that I had almost given
up all hopes of seeing them again, and was getting
very impatient; besides, my life in the field was
very dull. My mother had left it some time ago,
and I never heard anything of her now. Notthat
I regretted that very much. She had long since
ceased to think about me, and had centred all her
affection upon a younger child. Still, as long as
she was in the field, she was some sort of com-
panion for me, and I was now growing to an age
to be impatient of solitude, and to wish for more
stirring occupation than wandering round, and
round the meadow by myself, and having nothing
to do but to eat and to drink. Occasionally, indeed,
I still saw Old Thomas; but our intercourse was
not so frequent as it used to be, and indeed was
of quite a different kind. I no longer felt it con-
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sistent with my dignity to frisk and gambol about;
and evenwhen kindnesseswere offeredto me I could,
when I pleased, assume an air of such perfect indif-
ference, that I think if my mistress could have
seen me she would have acknowledged I was
rapidly acquiring that manner of society about
which she was always instructing me. In fact, my
perfect self-possession and entire indifference to
the feelings or comforts of any one but myself,
would not have disgraced the most well-bred
exquisite in the land.
Matters were in this state, when one day, as I
was standing all alone under the oak tree, thinking
over my own perfections, and how unworthy my
position was of my deserts, I suddenly heard a
well-remembered voice call "Tuppy-Tuppy !"
Turning quickly round, I was on the point of going
to meet the speaker, when instead of the little girl I
knew as my mistress, I beheld a tall, elegant-look-
ing lady coming towards me; so putting on my
most dignified air, I stayed quietly under the great
tree, lazily moving my ears, as much as to say-
"Here am I; if you want me,you must come to me."
"What, Tuppy, do you not remember me?
Have you forgotten your mistress ? Oh, Tuppy,you
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She spoke so kindly and yet so sorrowfully, that
I felt pained to the heart, not only at my stupidity
in forgetting her, but at my folly in having tried
to play off my grand airs before her. Still, I did
not like to acknowledge myself to have been in the
wrong, and so instead of doing what my heart
dictated, and galloping instantly to meet her, I
contented myself with coming a few steps forward,
and then standing perfectly still. I was properly
punished for my pride when I heard my mistress
say, as she turned to her father, who had just
joined her,
"Oh, papa, would you believe it? Tuppy has
quite forgotten me; I have always heard donkeys
are stupid and incapable of feeling attachment, but
I thought Tuppy would be an exception; oh,
papa, I am so sorry."
"Tuppy, Tuppy!" she added, as she held out
her hand; "you do not know how you have grieved
me."
To hear myself so kindly spoken to, when I had
deserved such different treatment, completely broke
down my obstinate pride, and trotting up to my mis-
tress as fast as I could, I began to rub my head
against her hand, and to whinny out my sorrow
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amendment for the future-excuses which my
kind mistress was only too ready to receive; and
in a few-minutes our reconciliation was complete,
and I felt happier than I. had done for months
past.
"Poor Tuppy," said my kind mistress, as she
continued to caress me; I ought to have remem-
bered that I am as much changed as you are
yourself. Is he not altered, papa ? He is not
nearly so pretty as he was when he was little; but
.he is a very handsome donkey still-do you not
think so, papa ?"
SCould there be a doubt upon such a subject ?
Why, the very idea put me into an ill-humour; so
entirely had I brought myself to believe that I was
one of the most beautiful creatures in the world.
Often and often had I stood for the hour together
in the clear water of the br6ok.which ran at the
bottom of the field, and as I saw my image reflected
in the water, I was never tired of admiring my
long soft ears, the bright brown of my coat, or the
deep black cross marked out so clearly on my
-shoulder. Ah well, when we live very much
alone, we are apt to get very false impressions.
It is only by mixing with our fellows that we
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through the world rubs off the sharp angles
wonderfully.
I was so ingrossed with my own thoughts of
mortified vanity, that I did not hear what passed
between Mr. Morton and his daughter, till suddenly
my ears caught the sound,
Thomas shall break him in, my love-and then
you shall drive him in the little chaise."
"Oh! I shall like that," replied my mistress.;
" can it be done at once, papa ?"
"Yes, directly Thomas is at leisure."
Then good-bye, Tuppy, for to-day," continued
'my mistress, as she again patted my forehead; "we
shall soon be better acquainted. I wonder whether'
you will like drawing me in the carriage as well as
playing with me in the field. Ah, Tuppy, will
you be a good little donkey, and trot 'along as
fast as I know you can trot when you like it ?"
I rubbed my head against her by way of reply,
and then, when she left me, began to muse not over
pleasantly on the words she had just spoken. I
had no very clear idea, certainly, of what they
meant, but they conveyed a sort of shadowy notion
to my mind that my days of liberty were over, and
that now J was to be put to some such work as I
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monstrate with her then, on allowing herself to be
so tamely yoked to the. chaise, drawing it about in
all weathers, and tiring herself to death dragging
it up steep hills and over stony roads-and when
she would gravely shake her head, and say with a
gentle sigh, "It was her destiny;'it was better to
yield to it with a good heart and do her duty
cheerfully, than to resist and be beaten," I used
-to jeer at her for a meek-spirited creature, who had
not pluck enough to stand up in her own defence,
and tell her when my turn came she would see a
very different state of affairs.
My son," my mother would reply, "if you
think you have come into the world merely to
amuse yourself, you make a very great mistake;
we all have our allotted tasks. They must be
done. Happy those who can find pleasure in the
doing of them. Take my advice; you are placed
here to be the servant of those much stronger and
wiser than yourself. If you resist their will, you
will smart for it with kicks and blows. If you try
to do your duty faithfully, you will find it will
bring its own reward."
My mother seldom made so long a speech, and
finding I paid but little attention, she did not
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soon forgot her words till they were brought back
to my recollection by those of my young mistress,
and a very uncomfortable feeling they gave me.
The following day I was busy eating my break-
fast, when I saw Thomas come into the field holding
something in his hand. My suspicions being
aroused, I determined to have a good look at the
enemy before allowing his nearer approach; so
with a snort of defiance I started back, prepared,
if necessary, to take to my heels and be off.
So-whoo-gently, Neddy," said Thomas, who,
to my great disgust, insisted on 'calling me by this
plebeian title; "koop-koop, Neddy," added
Thomas, putting his arm behind him, that I might
not see what he carried in his hand.
But this action, instead of disarming my suspi-
cions, only excited them further. If no foul play
was intended, what was there to conceal? and so,
determined to be on the safe side, with a defiant
kick, I started off at a gallop, as much as to say,
"Catch me who can."
I soon found out that old Thomas's feeble legs
were no match for my young nimble ones, and,
having got the advantage, I kept it; and a pretty
chase I led my old friend; now for a moment I
would stand still, and look at him as if I intended




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to give myself up his prisoner, and then in an
instant-just as he thought I was within his reach
-I would slip from his touch and be off with a
gallop to the other end of the field.
SHow long this struggle might have continued it
.is impossible for me to say. Thomas was evidently
losing both his breath and his temper, whilst I was
;only getting. my wind in the enjoyment of the
game. But just at this instant who should come
into the field but my young mistress.
What, Thomas she exclaimed, "cannot you
catch Tuppy ?"
"Catch him," repeated Thomas, standing still and
wiping the perspiration off his face; "you might as
well try to catch the Will o' the wisp. He wants a
.good flogging, that he does, to bring him to order."
S"Oh, do not flog him," said my mistress, in a
tone of alarm; "you will spoil his temper if you
do, Thomas."
Spare the rod and spoil the child," answered
Thomas, in his dry peculiar way.
"Ah, we know better than that now, Thomas,"
replied my mistress with a smile.
"Just like all you young ones, you always think
you know better than your elders," said Thomas,
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thing sometimes, and to my thinking it is a pity
*some folks do not get it a little oftener."
The whip is a good executioner, Thomas, but
it is a very bad schoolmaster. It is much easier
to whip a child into a bad humour than a good
one; of that I am sure, and I think animals are
much the same."
Sure, Miss Annie,you do not mean to tell me
that you think it right that that little beast there
should tire me to bits and get no punishment ? He
knows fast enough that he ought to come, only he
wont; he is sly enough for that."
SI felt quite flattered by the compliment, and
inwardly rejoiced that I had managed to outwit
Old Thomas so skilfully.
"But you forget, Thomas, he cannot tell how
much he is tiring you; very likely he is only fright-
ened. If you will promise me not to whip him, I
will promise to catch him for you."
You catch him! said Thomas.
"Yes; I am sure I could. Will you promise ?"
"A bargain is a bargain, Miss Annie. If you
can catch him he is safe from me."
Without another word, Annie came towards me.
Here, Tuppy, good Tuppy, come here; come
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Should I yield myself up ? I eyed Thomas, and
I thought, No, no; soft words are not enough for
me; I will be off whilst there is time."
But then I looked at my mistress, and I remem-
bered how kind she had always been to me, and
how grieved I had felt when I had pained her, and
how I had promised myself I would never do so
again; and so I thought to myself, "Here is the
time now to show you are sorry; give yourself up,
Tuppy, without more ado :" and I came a few steps
on to meet my mistress, but then my heart mis-
gave me, and I stood snorting and uncertain.
What is it, Tuppy ? what are you afraid of?"
said my mistress, kindly; "no one will hurt you.
Come, Tuppy."
She would not surely promise that," thought
I, "if she could not perform it. She has
never deceived me yet in all these, years; I can
trust her;" and so summoning up my courage I
walked right up to Annie, and stood rubbing my
head against her hand. Nothing could exceed
Annie's delight at this proof of my confidence.
She caressed and fondled me, calling me by every
kind name she could think of, until at last even Old
Thomas seemed somewhat appeased; for he said, in
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have a wonderful way of your own. The poor
beast knows who is his best friend, true enough.
He need not be afraid of me now though; my word
is my word, and you have saved him from a flog-
ging for this once."
Suppose you give me the bridle, Thomas; I
will put it over his neck, and then you can put the
bit in his mouth:" and in another moment I felt
some tight thing passing over my forehead, and a
hard cutting substance pressing against my teeth.
This was too much for endurance. I was for spring-
ing back instantly, indignant at what I thought was
a trick to deprive me of my liberty; but it was too
late, I was caught in a trap, and a firm hand held
me tightly.
Gently, Tuppy, gently," said my mistress,
"you will only hurt yourself by pulling;" and she
patted me in such a caressing way, that, angry as
I was, I could not help listening. "Ah, Tuppy,
we must all take the bits in our mouths; you do
not know, Tuppy, what I mean; I only wish
you did. But you will soon learn for yourself,
it is much better to obey the rein than to pull
away from it."
And going back a few steps and then coaxing me
to follow her, I found for myself the truth of what





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"she said. It was not pleasant to have that great
-iron thing between my teeth, of course not; but
still, as long as I did not pull against it, it did not
positively hurt me; and so, sulky as I was, I could
not but acknowledge that the wisest course that
remained for me was to obey, and I did
my best to understand what Thomas said to me,
-and to do what I was bid; and, as usual, my
efforts to do right brought their own reward.
*Thomas was very fairly patient with any little
-blunders that I made, and as to my mistress, her
praise of my conduct knew no bounds; and when
my first day's lesson was over, and I stood by her
side, munching up carrots and sugar, and feeling
her soft hand constantly patting my.forehead, I
thought; why, if this was learning, it was not so
:very unpleasant after all, and I promised myself I
:would soon make such progress as would astonish
any kind teacher.
Happy donkey that Iwas,to have such a mistress.
I know the blessing it was now, though then, I am
.afraid, I put but little store by it. Ah! well, it is
not easy to put old heads on young shoulders, or I
would say to you, my little friends, make the most
'of your present blessings. If you have gentle
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Him who has given them to you. Do not champ
upon the bit because you find the restraint irksome,
but take it well into your mouth; learn to follow
the slightest touch of the light hand that holds the
rein, and so will you be guided safely in the strait
and narrow road. And if you should be tempted
to turn aside and follow your own devices, and the
rein tightens, and the bit cuts your mouth, and
you are sharply turned back again, take my advice,
be thankful for the pain, and instead of struggling
and hurting yourself more, just retrace your steps,,
and be grateful that the cuts were not deeper, nor
the sores more incurable.










CHAPTER III.


I learn to draw my Mistress's Carriage-I see the World, and
listen to Evil Counsel-A Trick, and what came of it-I
find that, after all, Honesty is the best Policy,

IT would be tedious to trace the progress of my
education. Sufficient that at last I was pronounced
to be so well broken in that it was thought safe to
trust me to draw my young mistress out in a pretty
little carriage that had been made expressly for
myself. At first I did not like my new occupation
at all. It was very provoking to be led out of my
pleasant field, when perhaps I had not half finished
my morning's meal, or was deep in conversation
with some of my neighbours in the adjoining
meadow, or was luxuriously rolling on the soft
grass. To be taken away from these enjoyments
to drag a carriage over hot stony roads, and to
stand stock still doing nothing for the hour to-
gether, whilst my mistress was paying her visits;
all this seemed to me very dull and tedious, but
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it had its disadvantages, ithad its pleasures likewise.
I saw the world, I had the opportunity of conversing
with many of my own species, and of seeing how
much happier my life was than that of many others:
and though I confess to my shame, I was apt to for-
get this, and to give way to my temper, and show
obstinacy when things did not go quite as I liked,
grumbling and thinking myself a very ill-used
being; yet I believe on the whole I learned
wisdom by experience, and gave my dear mistress
as little trouble as could be expected.
Occasionally, indeed, I sorely tried her patience.
One instance I well remember. It'had chanced
that I had been required to draw my mistress to a
house which I had a particular objection to visiting.
It was not only that the road that led to it was
hilly and stony, but it was a place where I never
received the slightest civility. No hay or water
was ever offered me, no shed where I might stand
at my ease out of the hot broiling sunshine; but I
was tied up tight to a post, and expected to stand
there for an hour at a time, whilst' a nasty yelping
cur would come to bark at my heels, and the village
children peeping at me from over the rails, would
make fun of my helpless condition. All this was
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to show my mistress by my obstinate manner that I
did not approve of being taken to Barstead, I de-
termined one day, when as usual I was tied up to
the post, to relieve myself from the hated bondage,
hoping by constant pulling to be able to break
the reins, when I had made up my mind to run
away home, leaving my mistress to follow as best
she might.
But it was all in vain for me to pull and tug;
the reins were stronger than I. I was only fretting
myself into a fever and making myself more and
more uncomfortable. Thoroughly out of humour,
I was venting my anger in a series of impatient
snorts, when suddenly I heard a short sneering
neigh close to my side, and looking up I saw a
little rough pony standing quite close to me, evi-
dently enjoying my distress.
Why, my good friend," said he, "what is the
matter ? you seem very unhappy; can I be of any
assistance ?"
The patronizing tone in which he spoke com-
pletely disconcerted me, for I do not know anything
more provoking than to expose your own helpless-
ness and incapacity to any one superior to yourself
in intellect and station; so putting on a dogged
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assistance, telling him I was only trying to shift my
bridle a bit, and that I had done it now.for myself.
The mocking neigh which was his only answer
showed me in. a moment that my falsehood was
discovered, and, that I had. only lowered myself
still further in the opinion of my new acquaintance.
"1 My good fellow," he said, you do not suppose
I have worn a bridle all these years to learn that
you are not going the right way.to ease. the bit.
Better tell me the truth; I am older than you, and
if I am not much mistaken I have seen a good deal
more- of life than you have; come, what is the
matter ? Out with it, and I will help you if I can."
There was something in his cheery, good-natured
manner that conquered my pride, and in spite. of
myself I soon found that I was talking to him as if
he had been an old friend, and telling him my
grievances as openly-as if he had been my brother.
"And now," said I, in conclusion, "what would
you advise me to do ?"
I "To do," he said; why, next time your mistress
brings you to Barstead, lame yourself."
Lame myself," exclaimed I; "why, the remedy
would be worse than the disease."
You little innocent! said my friend, with his
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le just now, why should you find it more difficult
to act one ?"
Involuntarily my ears wagged with horror as I
caught a glimpse of his meaning. I had been
tempted into a hasty falsehood in support of my
dignity. That was bad enough, but deliberately
to enact a lie, to deceive my kind mistress, this
appeared to me the height of ingratitude and
baseness. Alas I did not remember how easily
one fault leads on to another.
"You asked my advice, and I have given it to
you," said the pony; "if you are afraid to follow it
out, why, you must submit to be tied to a post for
the remainder of your life, and that is the proper
place for cowards. It is those only who have the
pluck to dare and to do, who make their way in
this world."
I am not afraid," said I, rather faintly; "it is
not that."
Well then, what is it ?"
Coward that I was, I did not dare to tell him
that I feared to do wrong and vex my kind
mistress, so I only grumbled out something about
the difficulty of deceiving her.
That is of course a point you must decide for
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great bungler if you cannot manage to take in a
woman. In our relations with mankind, either
they or we must be the masters, and the strongest
will in general carries the day. If force will not
do, try craft; but if you are beaten at both points,
why then, good-bye to, your independence for all
time coming; best make up your mind at once to
sink into a mere despised beast of burden for the
rest of your life."
What further valuable advice my new acquaint-
ance might have given me it is impossible for me
to say, for at this moment my mistress coming out
of the house, the servant came and untied my
reins, and I was led. away from my place of cap-
tivity, having only time to cast a fareweJl glance
at my friend, and to catch the wicked twinkle of
the bright eyes which glanced from under his
shaggy eyebrows.
All the way home' I thought over his words;
indeed, so lost was I at times in the reflection, that
I was unpleasantly aroused by the sharp cut of the
whip across my shoulders, and the sound of my
mistress's voice reproving me very severely.
"Ah, Tuppy," she said, as, having at length
arrived at home, she got out of the carriage and
came and stood by my side without giving me so
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much as one pat; "you have gone very badly
indeed to-day, and you will not have a single carrot,
nor a bit of bread, nor a taste of sugar-no, not
one bit. Go away, Tuppy; naughty Tuppy."
So that was my first experience of the fruits of
evil counsel. But alas! my heart was hardened by
the words of the tempter, and instead of repenting
of my fault, my mistress's displeasure only made me
more obstinate and more inclined to try and have
my own way, and to persuade myself that it was
she who was unkind and unjust, and that if she
required me to do that which was disagreeable to
me, why, of course, I on my part was quite justified
in avoiding it if possible.
The more I brooded over my imaginary wrongs,
the more ill-used I considered myself to be, and the
more was I inclined to follow the advice of my
tempter. As is always the case, by constantly
dwelling on the fault which I longed to commit,
it gradually appeared to me to become less and
less sinful; I found such endless excuses to justify
my conduct to my own mind, that at length I ceased
to feel any compunction whatever on the subject,
and only awaited a favourable opportunity for
putting my intended deception into practice.
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bright morning about ten days after my last visit to
Barstead, I was, as usual, drawing my mistress's
carriage. When she turned me up the lane which
led, I knew, to the hateful place, "Ah, ah !"
thought I, "I know where you are going to now,
and will see who carries out their purpose, you
or I." So I cunningly watched my opportunity,
and began to tread a little-just a very little-
lame, stumbling occasionally as I trotted along.
What can be the matter with Tuppy?" I heard
my mistress say to her companion. "Do you not
think, Emily, he goes lame ?"
"Ah," thought I, "you see it, do you?" and I went
lamer than before.
"Yes, certainly," replied Emily, "he is quite
lame."
Perhaps he has got a stone in his shoe," said
my mistress; "hold the reins, Emily, for a moment,
if you please. I will get out and look."
"Dear me," thought I, "now she will discover
the cheat;" and I trembled all over.
"Poor Tuppy poor Tuppy 1" said my mistress
patting me. He trembles so, he must be hurt."
Would you believe it ? Her kindness, instead of
softening my heart and making me see my fault,
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her for being such an easy dupe. This feeling gave
me the courage to stand quite still, whilst my
mistress lifted up first one foot and then another.
"There is no stone in any one of his feet," ex-
claimed my mistress in a perplexed tone of voice as
she stood by my side, C" and there is no sign of any
stone having hurt him anywhere."
Perhaps it was only the ground over which we
have just come that made him go lame," suggested
Emily; I noticed it was very stony."
S"Well, it may be that," replied my mistress;
we will go on, and try a little way farther."
And getting into the carriage, she touched me
very lightly with the whip, saying,
Now, Tuppy dear, go on."
And very, very slowly I went, limping more and
more and more at every step I took.
"Oh, Emily, I .cannot bear this," I heard my
kind mistress say, in a tone of the sincerest pity.
"It makes me quite miserable to see the pain
the poor creature is in; we must give up our drive
for to-day and go home." And checking me as she
spoke, she turned me round towards home.
Oh, how my heart beat with joy to think of my
successful cheat! Ah, ah i" thought I, "it is all
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you the way to go. I am master now for all time
coming, and I flatter myself you will never take
Tuppy again where he does not wish to go."
But my joy was destined to be of short duration.
In my conceited delight at having so successfully
duped my mistress, I quite forgot that, to make my
trick successful, it was necessary that the decep-
tion should be carried on to the end, and no sooner
was I aware that I was going home, than I trotted
off as brisk as could be.
A hearty laugh from my mistress and her friend
awoke me from my dream of security; I started as
I heard the words, "Would you have believed that
he could have feigned so skilfully?" and in another
moment I felt myself turned back on the road. to
Barstead, whilst the most- hearty whipping I .had
ever received-from my mistress fell on my devoted
shoulders.
It was in vain for me to go lame now. I limped
till I almost fell to-the ground; my mistress only
flogged the harder, until at length in despair I gave
up the struggle, and although in a thoroughly sulky
and obstinate humour, I consented to draw the
carriage up to Barstead.
Ah, who may tell what bitter thoughts were
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usual to that horrid post. It was not only the
whipping I had received-that was bad enough, and.
my shoulders ached again with the cuts-but to
have been discovered in my cheat, this was what
galled me to the quick, and for the moment I forgot
the fault in the shame of the discovery. In my
rage I looked eagerly round, hoping I might see my
tempter, and ease my own misery by venting my
ill-humour on him who had given me the evil
counsel; I had better have looked nearer home, and
seenwhowas the true author of all mywretchedness.
But my fault was destined to meet with a still
sharper punishment. Not very long after this
excursion to Barstead my mistress was driving me
over a road which had just been repaired, and one
of the little flints happened to fix itself just under
Imy shoe, and on the softest point of my hoof. Oh,
the pain I felt, I shuddered all over; I could hardly
put my foot to the ground, and limped along in the
greatest agony. No, no," said my mistress, whip-
ping me sharply; "no more of this nonsense; come,
make haste and go on."
Alas and alas for the lie which I had enacted !
How well I remembered how kindly my mistress
had pitied me before, how soothingly she had
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pains. Ah! now, instead of whipping me on,
increasing my wretchedness every moment, but for
my own fault she would have seen to me as before,
and in a moment my tormentor would have been
removed. The knowledge that I had brought it
all upon myself did not tend to mitigate the pain,
and though I tried to limp on as fast as possible,
yet I nearly fainted with the agony I was enduring.
At length my evident discomfort moved the
compassion of my kind-hearted mistress. "I do
really think Tuppy has got a stone in his foot to-
day," she said; at any rate I will look before I go
on any further." Who may tell how thankful I
felt for a kindness so much greater than I deserved,
and as she got out of the chaise I held up my foot
that she might know at once where the stone was,
and see that this time at least I was not deceiving
her.
Poor Tuppy, poor fellow !" exclaimed my mis-
tress, as she carefully drew out the stone from
beneath the shoe; I do not wonder you limped,
it must have hurt you dreadfully; but see, Tuppy,
what it is to deceive; no one believes you when you
really are hurt. Cunning people outwit them-
selves; I wish I could make you understand me,
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Her kindness softened my heart; not all the pain
and the punishment could have made me repent
so deeply as my mistress's kind words. Oh how I
wished I could make her know all that was passing
in my mind, and I rubbed my head against her, and
looked up in her face, hoping shewould see how truly
I thanked her; for the moment my feelings towards
my mistress had made me forget my own sufferings,
but no sooner did I put my foot to the ground than
I was recalled to a recollection of my late agony.
It was in vain to attempt to trot, the slowest hobble
gave me such pain that I was obliged to stand quite
still to recover my breath. My dear mistress
seemed sincerely sorry; she turned towards home
immediately, driving me back as slowly and gently
as possible. On my arrival at home warm foment-
ations were instantly applied, but so great an
amount of inflammation had set in, that it was days
before I could hobble about even in my field and
on the soft green grass, and not for weeks did I
quite get over the effects of my sad misadventure.
During the period of my illness I had plenty of
time for reflection, and for seeing not only how
foolish but how wrong my conduct had been. "Ah,
Tuppy," said my mistress one day when, as usual,
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foot. I hope this will be a lesson to you for life.
We have all got our cross, Tuppy. It lies in the
pathway of each one of us. We must take it up
and carry it, or we shall stumble over it and hurt
ourselves, and that is what you have done, Tuppy."
How can you be so absurd, Annie, as to talk
in this way to a donkey ?" said my mistress's com-
panion.
Tuppy understands me, I am sure he does,"
was the reply; look how sensibly he looks up in
my face, he can do almost everything but speak."
And though perhaps I did not understand every-
thing she said just in the sense which you would
apply to it, kind reader, yet I took in quite suffi-
cient to make me deeply regret the past, and
determine to try and amend in the future.











CHAPTER IV.


A Real Grievance -Richard and I declare War against each
other-A Struggle-I gain a Victory, and am conquered
in my turn-I change Masters, and enter a new Phase of
Existence.
THERE is no lot in life so perfectly happy but that
it is possible to find some cause of complaint, and
indeed it is too often the case that the fewer
grievances people have, the more you hear them
grumble. Now I have no doubt I had a great
many imaginary, but I had one real unmistakable
source of unhappiness. Amongst the servants at
the hall, was a boy whom my master had origin-
ally taken on out of charity. He was a quick,
clever lad, but of a nasty, spiteful disposition,
though this he was clever enough to keep out of his
master's sight. He delighted in teasing and cruelty,
and nothing seemed to make him happier than to
be able to render others miserable. Against myself
he had an especial spite, and endless were the tricks
with which he contrived to annoy me. Sometimes,
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carriage he would place a piece of holly or
something equally prickly just under my tail,
and when of course I tried to kick the inconvenience
away, he would declare it was all vice on my part;
so I got the whipping he so richly deserved. Then
again, sometimes when I came home from a journey
ready to drop with thirst, the ill-natured little
fellow would hold the pail to my lips as handy as
possible, and then at the very moment when, eager
to drink, I was putting down my mouth for a
draught, he would suddenly tilt up the pail, making
the contents fly into my eyes and ears, or else
spilling the water on the stones around.
These, and a hundred similar injuries, which it
would be needless to detail, and which I am quite
sure it is better to forget, made me hate the very
sight of Richard; and so little pains did I take to
conceal my feelings, that my mistress soon dis-
covered there was something wrong between us.
" I cannot think what it is, papa," I one day over-
heard her say, "that makes Tuppy so dislike
Richard; I am quite sure he must ill-treat him."
What would not I have given at that moment
to have had the power of stating my grievances to
my kind mistress, but that could not be; I could
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my mistress's acuteness to find out how matters
stood for herself. One word then, and what months
of misery I might have been spared But I dare
say -it was all for the best; I have learned to value
blessings from. the loss of them,, and no doubt my
old age is happier from the sorrows and misfortunes
of my middle life.
If Richard could play off his spiteful tricks
almost under the eyes, so to speak, of my mistress,
it may be imagined the life he led me when the
family were away from home; then I was almost
entirely at his mercy, and he took care to improve
his opportunities to the utmost.. As a generalrule,
when my mistress was away, I was not allowed to
do any work whatever; but it occasionally happened
that a letter had to be sent in a hurry to the post,
or some commission executed in the neighboring
town, and then, instead of walking,. Richard would
be allowed to ride me. Ah! those rides,. how I
dreaded them! what kicks, what blows, what
language In those days I had never heard such
words before, and could hardly understand their
meaning. Is it to be wondered at that I rebelled
against such treatment, and did.my very utmost
to get rid of my tormentor ?
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they deserved; on One occasion, however, I was the
victor, but my victory cost me dear.
Richard had ridden me info the town for some-
thing that was wanted at the hall, and all the way
along it had been a struggle between us. I
obstinately determined not to go, he as obstinately
bent on making me; at length by dint of kicks and
blows, the misery of which became too great to be
endured, he succeeded in goading me on as far as
the market-place of the town.
It happened to be market day,, and the square was
quite full of country people who had come in to buy
and sell. Whether it was the desire of showing
off, or whether Richard's temper had become more
than usually irritated by my determined opposition
to his will, I do not know; but here, in the presence
of all these people, he began to beat me violently
about the head, at the same time urging me into a
gallop. Half blinded and stupified by the blows,
my only reply was to stand perfectly still. Richard
beat me more savagely than before; cries of
" Shame, shame!" resounded from all sides. "I will
tell your master," said one; You will lose your
place," said another; while a third cried out,
"I wish the beast would kick him off; it would
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I only needed this one word of encouragement
to put the plan which I had formed into execution.
Planting my two front feet firmly on the ground,
I kicked and kicked andkickedwith such a thorough
hearty good-will, that at length my adversary,
losing his balance, flew over my head, and rolled
round and round upon the mud beneath me.
Shouts of laughter resounded from all sides; not
waiting to see what would become of Richard, I
instantly turned towards home, and galloped up
the street as fast as my legs would carry me, the
people not attempting to stop me, but rather urging
me to greater speed by cries of "Bravo well done,
Neddy! go on, Neddy !"
Excited by these shouts, and by the triumph I
had just achieved, I redoubled my speed, my heart
beating with joyful pride at my late victory. Alas !
how little I knew the price I was to pay for it. If
I had had the sense to go straight home, all would
have been well; but when one has once tasted of
the pleasures of conquest, and listened to the
flattery of praise, one's judgment is apt to be less
clear, and no sooner had I reached such a distance
from the town as to render me comparatively safe,
than I slackened my speed, and began, with great
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morning, refreshing myself by constant nibbles at
the grass by the wayside. I was indulging in this
luxurious confidence, when I suddenly felt my rein
seized by a vigorous hand; and looking up I found
myself confronted by a powerful middle-aged man.
So you are the runaway donkey, are you ?" he
said; "I was just on the look-out for you," and I
saw that he glanced hastily up and down the road,
but not another creature was in sight.
So! all is right," he said; come along, Neddy,
come along;" and he hastily turned me off the high
road on to a path which led into a wood hard by.
It was all done so quickly that I had not a
moment to recover my self-possession, and I was
already far .on in the path, before I had time to
consider who the man was, and what he could
possibly mean by taking me into this road, which I
had never seen before. My first sensation was one
of delight to think how completely I had outwitted
Richard, but this was quickly followed by the
dread, "What if I had been outwitted myself?"
and I began to reproach myself bitterly with my
folly in not having resisted in the first instance
and refused to allow myself to be led from the high
road.
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giving a vigorous pull at the rein, I tried to get away
from the man, determining to regain the road, and
never stop again till I had safely arrived at home.
Alas I had now to discover how far easier it is to
take a step in the wrong direction, than to retrace
it when made.
The man in an instant seemed to discern my
intention, and holding the rein tighter than he had
done before, he gave me three or four tremendous
blows with a stick which he had in his hand;
exclaiming at the same time, So you think to get
away from me, as you did from that boy, do you ?
You will find yourself mistaken; I will soon make
you know who is master now;" and he repeated the
cuts with greater violence than before.
The savage tone in which he spoke, and the pain
which I felt from the blows I had received, seemed
quite to stun me, and take away all power of
resistance; and in spite of myself I walked on by
his side, trembling in every limb, and holding my
tail tight between my legs in the vain hope that
this would protect me from his cruel blows. I have
often thought since that I acted like a coward,
and that, if I had plucked up my spirit, I might
have regained my liberty. But after all, I do not
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suppose if a man chooses to exert his strength, he
can always get the mastery. We do not think
of this as long as we are in happy homes, and all
goes prosperously; we forget that we are servants,
and that our master has a right to expect our
obedience in return for the food he gives us, and
the care which he bestows upon us. We are apt
to grow proud, and to think that our service is
entirely optional; and that, if we do our duty well,
it is a great merit on our part, and calls for grati-
tude on that of our master; and then it is not till
we feel his strong hand upon us, conquering our
wills, and doing with us according to his pleasure,
that we begin to understand that we are only
servants of a higher power than our own, and that
we should have been wiser to have submitted
patiently and done our duty cheerfully, than to
have struggled against an authority which, after all,
we are powerless to resist. I can think these
thoughts now that I am quietly at rest in my old
age, but my feelings were very different on the
day of my capture.
My new master having led me through the wood,
jumped upon my back, and by a repetition of the
cruelblows I so much dreaded, urged me to gallop on
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Frightened as I was, I had sense sufficient to know
that it would be better for me to obey; but I did
so with a heavy heart, knowing well that every
step was taking me further and further away from
the home which I had never loved so well as now
that I had lost it. Still I made what speed I could,
and having crossed the common, my master turned
me up a narrow lane, urging me on even faster
than before, till at length he turned off on to a
waste piece of land, the most dreary-looking place
I had ever seen in my life; pools of water here and
there, and the ground with scarcely a blade of
grass, and nothing but a few stunted furze bushes
scattered about. Here he pulled me up, and
getting off my back, he led me ori a little distance,
then standing still, he whistled very loudly and
sharply. In a few minutes the call was answered
by a man younger and not so powerful-looking as
himself.
Where is the tent, Bill ?" was his first question.
A little way down to the left yonder."
Then we must look alive and push on for it,
and dress up this donkey here before the, search is
out for him."
Why, where did you pick him up, Jem?" asked
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"you have been in rare luck to-day, I never saw
a more likely beast. He has been in good quarters
too, I should say, from the look of his skin."
"That he has," returned my master. "He is
one of Squire Morton's raising; so you may be sure
he is the right sort. I have had my eye on him for
some time past, but they kept him so close I could
not get a chance before. However, we have not a
moment to lose. He is a pet of the family, so there
is sure to be a hue and cry; run on and get the
shears and some good strong pitch ready."
My heart sank within me. I did not indeed un-
derstand the full meaning of the words, but I felt
sure from the man's manner that mischief was in-
tended, and again I did my best to escape and
make my way home-but it would not do. I was
led on, in spite of myself, to the tent, and then the
cruel work began. Snip-snip-snip I heard,
whilst a hard cold heavy substance ran all over
my body; and then came something hot and burn-
ing, which made me kick and jump with pain. But
it was in vain to struggle. My tormentors had me
in their power, ard not till they had satisfied
themselves did they at length release me from
their grasp.
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he had finished; "I think we have done it pretty
well. I do not believe even his own mother would
know him now.. However, we wont risk it; let us
strike tents and be off. Here, give me the log,
that heaviest one, and we will put that on his leg.
He will not run far with that, I promise him."
And in another moment I felt a tight cutting
pressure round my ankle, and giving me a cut, my
master told me to be off and eat my dinner, for I
should soon be wanted for work. Eat my dinner!
My only thought was to get away home, and once
escaped from his hands, I was for galloping off
without a moment's loss of time. Gallop I could
hardly walk. ,. No sooner did I attempt to -move
than I heard a loud clanking noise, and felt a drag
as if my leg was broken. Looking back in terror
and amazement, I perceived that an immense piece
of wood was fastened to my leg by a great iron
chain; I tried to shake it off, but my efforts
only made the chain cut me more painfully, whilst
I bruised my legs by knocking them against the
log. Broken-hearted and in despair I stood per-
fectly still, bewildered and not knowing what to do
next. At length an irresistible desire seized me to
see what my tormentors had done to me. I recol-
lected how proudly I had often surveyed myself in




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the stream at home, and how I had admired my
shiny brown coat and the long hairs in my mane.
Slowly, very slowly, I dragged myself to the edge
of one of the pools. The water was very muddy
and did not perhaps reflect all my hideousness, but
I saw enough, alas to make me start back in hor-
ror from myself. My mother not know me why
I did not know myself! My beautiful coat all
clipped, and rough, and ragged, and covered with
great patches of black and dirt; and my mane-
that mane.my dear mistress had so often praised-
oh! what would she have said to it now! I drew
back from the sight of myself, and groaned in-
wardly. "Ah!" thought I, "and has so short a
time been sufficient for so great a change ? Is
this the beauty of which I was so fond? Fool
that I was to set such store upon the very thing
which has brought me to. all this misery, and
which is gone in an hour," and laying down my
long ears, my heart felt well nigh broken.
In the midst of all my sorrows I suddenly roused
up to the feeling of being very hungry. I had had
nothing since the morning, and was quite faint and
.exhausted with my long gallop and all the agita-
tion and excitement of the day. Looking round
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should like to eat; but there was nothing, actu-
ally nothing; for it was not to be supposed that a
donkey bred up as I had been would condescend to
make a meal of rank sedgy grass,: or a few bits of
dried-up furze., Sorrow had not yet done its work.
My proud spirit was chafed and angry-not broken;
and I had still to learn that the meal I now despised
might one day be eaten with gratitude.
I was standing in the sullen gloom of despair,
when my master came up to me. So, Neddy,"
he said, "you do not seem to be enjoying your
meal You will know better, my fine fellow,some
day, than to be particular about trifles. You will
not be dainty long, I promise you. It will do you no
harm for once to work upon an empty stomach. It
will take down your spirit quicker than anything."
And unclasping the log as he spoke, he swung
it over my back, and led me up to the tent, where
he proceeded' to load me with every imaginable
article. I might be frightened as tin jingled against
tin by every movement of my body; I might try to
resist so heavy a load being placed upon my back;
but it was all of no good, the weight was fixed
.upon my shoulders, and then I was driven off
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family, but so old and ugly, and wretched-looking
that I turned from her in disgust, quite forgetting
my own forlorn look, and all the wise reflections I
had so lately made. This poor donkey carried
some children, and a number of things of which I
did not know the use; and a sort of van drawn by
an old horse, conveyed the tent and all that the
party might want beside. How long or where we
travelled, I cannot say. I only know that I was
faint and tired and weary, when at length we
came to a halt in a wooded dingle a little away
from the road-side. It looked pretty enough in
the bright moonlight, but I was too wayworn to
think of that; and when my load was removed
from my back, I laid down from sheer fatigue, and
shutting my eyes, tried to forget all my sorrows in
sleep.
Only this morning, and what a happy donkey I
had been. I do not know well how to measure
time; but it seemed to me as long since I had left
my home, as one of those dreary periods when my
mistress was away front it. I thought of all my
mother used to say to me about the changes of
life, and how thankful I ought to be for the happy
lot that had been given to me, and how grateful
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now when I had lost them all, I for the first time
felt their value, and knew how lightly I had prized
them.
All, did I say ? Whilst f was thinking thus de-
spondingly of my misfortunes, I heard a kind voice
say to me, Come, poor Neddy, here is something
for you to eat," and looking up, I saw a little
child holding towards me a large handful of hay.
" Come, poor Neddy, good Neddy," added the
child, as she patted me kindly. Then, after all, I
was not so utterly forsaken. Even in my utmost
distress, there was still something left to comfort
me, and as I gratefully munched up my hay, I felt
the first moment of happiness I had experienced
since my misfortune. How often have I found
since, that there is no trial which may not be made
more or less hard to bear by our own conduct
under it-few states so bad, but that if we choose
we can make them worse. Keep up a good heart,
and be grateful for every little comfort as it comes.
That is my advice. I only wish I could speak out,
and !let my masters know how much lies in their
power to make us, their poor servants, happy. If
they knew how grateful we feel for kindness, and
how much readier we are to go for a kind word
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they would learn to treat us better if only for their
own sakes.
Any way, I felt happier as I lay down that
night to rest, and it was a child's act and a child's
words which had made me so.








CHAPTER V.


I travel to all Parts of England, and make acquaintance with
every Variety of People-At length I come to London-
Regent-street in mid-day-A Recognition-I make my
first Appearance in a Police Court, and prove myself a
valuable Witness-I take up my Abode in the "Green
Yard."

I WAs roused very early the next morning from ti,
enjoyment of my quiet sleep by a sharp kick in the
side; jumping up as fast as possible, I saw my mas-
ter standing by me ready dressed; putting the
bridle over my head he led me aiay to where the
rest of the party were sitting having their break-
fast. They did not offer anything, however, to me,
and I was obliged to content myself with a few
bites of grass from the road-side. To judge from
the eager talking that went on, some very important
matter was being decided. In a few moments my
master, throwing some light articles for sale over
my shoulders, jumped himself upon my back, and
saying good-bye to his companions, set me off at a
good sharp trot. We had not gone very far, when
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hesitating whether he should turn me round or
not. I was wondering what we were to do next,
when I saw a man coming towards me, whom I re-
cognised as a workman occasionally employed on
my dear old master's farm-oh, how my heart beat
for joy-" Now," thought I, "who knows buthe may
deliver me;" and I came to a dead halt, intending,
when the man passed by, to endeavour to attract
his notice.
But my rider was apparently .aware of my
intention, for he gave me two or three such frightful
kicks, that, almost sick with the pain, I found myself
obliged to go on in spite of myself, but I sidled up
as much as possible to the side of the road where
the man was walking.
He looked hard at us as we passed, and something
seemed to attract his attention.
"Halloo!" he said, "you seemtohave got a smart-
looking donkey there."
The most obstinate brute that ever was seen,"
returned my master, and he took advantage of the
observation to give me some severe cuts over the
head, which so stupified me that I could not
understand what the man next said; there seemed
to be a long and very angry discussion, but it ended
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me on to the extent of my powers in the opposite
direction. How grieved I felt then, how angry
with the man for his stupidity in not recognizing
me and taking me home; I was yet to learn what
an important influence over my future destiny this
chance meeting was to have.
It would be tedious to endeavour to give any
detailed account of my present mode of life; indeed
one day was so like another that to describe one is
to describe all. I had fallen into the hands of a
hawker, who went through the country, now selling
one kind of goods, now another, as the case might
be, just to suit the various tastes of the different
communities in the neighbourhood of which we
found ourselves. When first I was in his posses-
sion, we went miles and miles away from my own
dear home; in fact I soon lost all recollection of
where it was, or in what direction I should have to
turn to regain it. It was a cold, bleak district
where we settled first-very, very unlike the warm
climate to which I had been accustomed, with its
rich meadow-land and soft green grass and bright
sunlight. Here, where we now lived, there was
nothing to be seen but smoke and dirt, the very
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the strange sights and noises which I saw and
heard around me. At every turn in the road there
seemed to burst forth fire and smoke; and as to
the clank, clank, clank, bang, bang, bang, burr,
burr, burr, it was unceasing from morning till
night. And then the people, so unlike those
amongst whom I had spent my early days. No
clean smock-frocks, and ruddy, healthful-looking
faces; but such grim, dirty men-such wretched-
looking women, and miserable children. It was
quite sad to look at them, as I stopped from door
to door, dragging my load of vegetables, or fish, or
what-not; and then to hear the swearing and the
quarrelling, the bartering and the chaffering-oh,
how unlike my mistress' sweet voice; how different
to those quiet drives in the green lanes of my native
county. Ah now that it was too late, how bit-
terly I repented me of my past misconduct, and
thought, if the time had but to come over again,
how differently I would behave. It is of no use,
however, to expect that any one will profit by my
experience. It is just one of those things that
every onewillinsist upon buying for themselves; and
then, when they have to pay the bill, they grumble,
and say How very dear it comes !" Of course it
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value it else. We never do value anything that we
get cheap. I often us6d to hear my master say
that. "Put on a good price, and keep to it, Betsy,"
he would tell his wife.
"But, really, Jem, this or that is not worth the
sum you name," his wife would occasionally reply,
for she was a good-hearted woman, was my
new mistress.
A thing is worth what it will fetch," my master
would answer. Offer it for a lower price, and
the people will suspect it to be bad directly."
Aid so, often and often, when I stood before the
doors of the cottages with whose inhabitants my
master did business, I had to listen to such lies and
impositions, that my heart grieved for the poor
people who were made such easy dupes. But what
could I do ? I could only turn my head round,
and look up gravely in their faces, and wag my
ears, and then they said-if they said anything to
me at all-" How troublesome the flies are to your
poor donkey, to-day;" and they did not know that
I was not thinking about myself, but. wondering
how it came to be that they were so quickly tickled
by a little skilful flattery. There are worse flies,
thought I, than those which are biting me!
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some of its saddest and most miserable forms. Oh,
what places we went into! My stable at my dear old
master's was a palace compared with the homes of
hundreds of men, women, and children with whom
I now made acquaintance; and then the want of
light and air-why, sometimes I could hardly see
how to pick my way along the broken pavement;
and as to air, I could not have got up a bray-no,
not if you had promised me a feed of corn to do so.
How human beings could live in such an atmosphere
I knew not- it almost killed me to drag my load
along in it.
But we did not always stay in the neighbourhood
of these great towns. Sometimes we would go long
journeys across the country, visiting fairs and other
merry-makings. And these were times of peculiar
hardship to me; morning, noon,night, I was always
at work, and hardly a moment was allowed for me
to snatch a hasty meal. No sooner had I dragged
the cart, filled with articles for sale, to its appointed
post, than, instead of being allowed to stand to
rest, and amuse myself by falling into the state of
half dreamy unconsciousness so delightful to all
our race, I was unharnessed from the shafts, a
saddle placed upon my back, and then I was let
out by the hour, to as many mischievous urchins
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as chdse to take their full pennyworth of pleasure,
by the kicking and beating which seem to con-
stitute the peculiar delights of a donkey-ride. A
terrible time I had of it on those fair-days and
race-grounds, for being a more than usually hand-
some and powerful beast of my kind, I was the
one invariably chosen by "plucky" fellows, who
wished for a lark," and small pity they had on
Neddy's legs or sides, and as to trying to kick
them off, it was only to add to my misery and their
fun. The more I kicked, the faster fell their blows
and the louder rang their laughter; and if some-
times, in despair, I turned sulky, and refused to
go at all-why, it only increased my discomfort,
by giving time to two or three of my tormentors to
get up at once, when, with hooting, and shouts,
and jeers, I should at length be obliged to give in
and gallop ignominiously my appointed round.
But there was one very important good which
arose to me out of all this trouble. My master,
seeing the admiration I excited by my handsome
shape and form, took the greatest pains to make
me look as attractive as possible, in the hope, I sup-
pose, of increasing his earnings. My coat had by
this time recovered from the ill-treatment it had re-
ceived, and by dint of a good dressing, could be made





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to acquire something of its original gloss; and as I
now occasionally got a feed of corn, my appearance
was altogether plumper and more like myself.
But it must not be supposed that I was merely
delighted to hear myself admired. I will not deny
that it was far pleasanter to know that I was
no longer the wretched, dirty, miserable, half-
starved wretch that I had been for so many
months; but my great cause for rejoicing in the
change was, that I thought if by any chance I
should ever meet with my dear mistress, it was
possible that she now might recognize me. In all
my troubles, I had never for one moment forgotten
her, and the hope that I might yet see her again was
the one bright spot that enlightened many a dark
and dreary hour. Ah, how constantly I looked
out for her sweet face; how eagerly my ears listened
to catch the sound of her well-remembered voice.
And then my heart would die away within me, as
I thought How is it possible that she should re-
member me ? There is not a trace of her Tuppy left
in this ragged, dirty, jaded ass," and I would hang
down my ears, and put my tail closer between my
legs, as I felt the utter hopelessness of all chance.
of escaping from my present slavery.
With the knowledge, however, that I was reco-
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vering something of my former appearance, my
spirits rose, and I became more than ever eager for
the meeting with my mistress, but it never seemed
to come. I would stand in the marketplace of a
town, and hundreds and hundreds of people passed
by me, and I looked up wistfully in their faces, but
they were nothing to me,. nor I to them. I would
visit quiet country-houses, and I hope and think :
who knew? she might be among the guests; but
no, we went and came, but we.never saw the one
being who was ever present to my recollection.
Time passed on-I cannot tell you how long it *
was, I have no means of reckoning-but at length
ourjourneyings seemed to take a different direction
from any they had taken before. We had left the
land of fire and smoke, we had passed by the
quiet villages, in the midst of green fields and
narrow lanes and high hedges, and we came upon
a country of endless, endless houses. What a stir,
and bustle, and confusion! I had never seen any-
thing like it, and I felt quite bewildered with the
countless carriages and people that were passing
me by on every side-street after street, street
after street, and every street as crowded as the one
we had just left. Lights flaring; carts rattling;
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for terror and surprise, and at every moment I ex-
pected some of the great ponderous wagons or
overwhelming-looking omnibuses would run over
me and the slight little cart I drew, and crunch us
both to atoms. If this was London, why it was a
very horrid place.
But use is second nature, and I soon became
accustomed to all the sights and sounds that had at
first so much alarmed me, and could walk down a
street in the full tide of daily traffic as uncon-
cernedly as I should have wandered across a soli-
tary common.
I had thought my life a very hard one when
travelling about the country to visit the different
fair and race-grounds, but it was happiness itself
compared to the wretched monotony of my present
existence, with its unceasing toil, scanty food, and
dirty shelter. In the country I could at least have
the ground, such as it was, to lie upon, room to
stretch myself and roll, air to breathe, occasional
good meals of grass, and a drink of pure fresh
water; whilst in London I was forced to content
myself with a dark hole of a stable, so small I could
hardly turn myself, and so dirty it made me sick;
and I thought myself well off on those days when
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ing cabbage leaves, and quench my thirst with a
drink of half putrid water.
And then the work-it was incessant. At ear-
liest break of morning I was harnessed to the car-
riage I had to draw-a sort of truck on wheels with
a thing like a door laid all along .on the top; and,
then my master would seat himself in front, and off
we would rattle, I trotting over the stones as fast
as my poor tired legs would carry me, for it was
an important object to get first to a great market
held in the midst of London, and so take up a good)
place for purchasing such fruit, and vegetables, and
flowers as should not be judged good enough for
the rich customers to Covent Garden.
If I had not felt so depressed and downhearted,
I might often have been amused by the bustling
scene around me. It was a pretty sight, there is no
denying it, to see the carts coming in piled with
their fresh and fragrant loads, women with baskets
of the most deliciously-scented flowers, and men
with every variety of luscious-looking fruit. Oh,
how my mouth would water as the carts passed by
me full of fresh carrots or turnips, or soft new
greens. How Ilooked and longed that some kind
hand would give me just one taste. But no; I
must stand hour after hour in the midst of all this




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plenty, faint and weary, and then think myself
happy if an old yellow cabbage-so bad that the
very slugs rejected it-was thrown to me as my
morning meal. How often would I then look back
to my early home, and remember all my grumbling
discontent if I had had a few less grains of corn
than usual, or if the hay might not have been quite
so sweet as suited my fastidious palate. There is
nothing like want and hunger to cure daintiness,
and I think it would be a very good thing if some
of those who are always complaining and repining
if things are not quite to their mind, should make
trial for a while of this sharpener to their appe-
tites.
When my master had completed his morning
purchases, which varied with the season of the
year, we used to quit the market and start upon our
daily rounds, making our way through miles of
streets, till we came to a part of the city that bore
some faint resemblance to a country town.
The houses were much lower than in the streets
through which we passed; they stood alone, or in
twos and threes, in little gardens of their own, and
they seemed to be inhabited by persons more like
those we had been accustomed to deal with in the
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would occasionally see stepping into their grand
carriages as we passed through the great streets
and squares. I used to wish they would have
dealt with us instead; then, indeed, there might
have been some hope of my finding my dear mis-
tress; but how was it possible I should see her in
the out-of-the-way suburbs where we plied our
morning work, or in the lowest streets of the me-
tropolis, where we were always to be found at
night ? Morning dawned after morning, night
closed after night, still the same round of toil, and
still no hope of escape.
My master had had a more than usually success-
ful morning's round; my load was disposed of, and
we were returning leisurely down Regent-street,
when he was suddenly accosted by a man who was
walking on the pavement. Being in a particularly
good humour, my master returned the greeting
cordially enough, and the two friends soon agreed
to go together to some public house near to take a
glass to keep out the cold, and to drink to their
mutual prosperity.
"Here, you see to the donkey, Tom," said my
master to a boy who generally went his rounds
with him; and do not you let nobody touch him





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nor the cart till I come back again. Do you hear,
Tom ? "
"Yes, I hear," was the somewhat sulky reply,
and drawing me up close to the kerb-stone, where
I should be as much as possible out of the way, my
master, saying he should not be long gone, turned
up a narrow street with his companion, and was
soon out of sight.
Tired with my morning's round, and having had
but a scanty breakfast, I was glad enough of the
rest, and was just composing myself to a quiet
sleep, when I suddenly heard a voice which made
every limb in my body tremble with joy, exclaim
eagerly, "Why, Tuppy, Tuppy! dear Tuppy! do
you remember me ? "
Remember her my own dear, dear, mistress !
Could I ever forget her! Half wild with delight,
I forgot where I was, and dragging the cart after
me on to the pavement, I began a series of ecstatic
brays, rubbing my nose at the same time against
the kind hand that was held out to me, and en-
deavouring to show by every means in my power
my unbounded joy at again beholding my beloved
mistress.
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"Tuppy knows me! Tuppy remembers me Good
Tuppy Dear, dear old Tuppy ?"
In her delight at seeing me, my mistress had, like
myself, forgotten thatiRegent-street in the middle of
the day is rather a public place to give way to out-
bursts of affection. Already a crowd had gathered
round us, some wondering, some laughing, ladies and
gentlemen standing byin silent curiosity to see what
would be the end of this strange greeting; cabmen
drawing up to enjoy the fun, omnibus coachmen
and conductors lingering on their way, and looking
back to watch what all the confusion was about, as
every moment the mob increased, swelled as it was
sure 'to be by the crowd of dirty boys and idle
loungers that in London springs up at a moment's
notice, no one knows how, no one knows from where.
"Annie, my dear Annie, this is no place for
you! exclaimed a voice that I did not recognize;
and looking up, I saw a fine, tall, handsome-looking
man, who drew my mistress' hand away from me,
and placed it on his own arm.
"Papa, dear, will you see Tuppy?" said my
mistress, looking round, evidently frightened and
bewildered by the confusion around her, and en-
deavouring to make her way through the crowd
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But having so lately discovered her, I was in no
humour to let her go; and utterly disregarding
every impediment in my way, I pushed on, braying
loudly as I went. Peals of laughter greeted my
attempt. Make way for the lady-make way for
the donkey!" "Hurrah, Neddy, hurrah!" "Do
it again, Neddy, do it again! shouted the boys;
whilst, encouraged by their cheers, I pushed and
shoved more vehemently than before.
Louder and louder rose the peals of laughter;
higher and higher swelled the cheers; and think-
ing I was doing the most appropriate thing possi-
ble, I redoubled my efforts to keep up with my
mistress. When, just at this moment, who should
come down the street but my late master.
"Holloa! he exclaimed with a coarse oath,
"what is all this row about ? Who is interfering
with my property ?" and he put but his hand to
seize me fiercely by the rein.
Stay, stay said Mr. Morton, in a voice so
calm and firm, that I felt the hand upon my bridle
tremble. "I rather think it is you, my man, who
have been interfering with my property. Here,"
added Mr. Morton, turning to two or three of the
police, who had by this time made their way to the
spot, and were now actively employed in keeping





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back the crowd, "I want your assistance here. I
have reason to believe that this donkey, which
belongs to my daughter, was stolen from me three
years ago by this man. I give him into custody
on this charge, and require that you meantime
should take the donkey into safe keeping."
It would be impossible to describe the man's
rage as he listened to these words. He swore, he
stamped, he abused Mr. Morton in every angry
epithet he could think of or invent; and yet all
the time he trembled, and did not once dare
to look his accuser in the face. Directing the
policemen to bring their prisoner to a police-court
where he could substantiate his charge, Mr. Morton
jumped into a cab, and was driven quickly from
the spot, leaving me in the hands of the policemen,
and bewildered by the rapidity of events which,
long as they have taken to tell, passed in the space
of a few minutes.
My first feeling at finding that my dear mistress
had again departed, was one of unmitigated terror,
and I looked round in trembling dread, that now,
being once more at the mercy of my brutal master,
I should be made to suffer some horrible punish-
ment for having thus given way to my delight at
seeing my long-lost friend. But I soon found that,





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for the present, at any rate, I had nothing to dread.
Struggle as he would, my master was in stronger
hands than his own. He might curse and swear at
me, but he had no power to do more, as, led along
gently by a tall, grave, powerful-looking man, and
followed by a crowd of noisy, hooting, cheering
boys, I slowly made my way down street after
street, until finally I was stopped before the door
of one of the largest police-courts of the metropolis.
Here my master disappeared from my view, whilst
I remained standing in the street, under the charge
of my grave-looking conductor, and surrounded
by a continually increasing crowd, to whom I was
evidently an object of the greatest amusement and
curiosity.
Some time had passed in this manner, when
the policeman who held me was joined by one of
his companions, who, having said some words very
quickly to him, of which I only caught donkey
and cart," there was a renewed bustle and stir
around me, and then the traces that fastened me
to the cart were unhooked, and I was led through
the crowd, now cheering louder than before,
towards a doorway, so blocked up by people that
I felt quite frightened, and refused to go on.
Come, Neddy, come along," said the policeman





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who had held me hitherto, "there is no one who
will hurt you here; you need not be afraid." And
at the same time he desired his companion to go
on, and make a way through the crowd.
Encouraged by the kind voice in which he
spoke, and by seeing that the people fell back right
and left at the orders of his companion, I plucked
up my courage, and stepped through the door into
a passage, broad and paved with stones like those
on which persons walking the streets of London. I
had never been in such an odd place before, and I
did not half like it, and was more then once inclined
to turn back; but the man kept a firm though
gentle hold of me, leading me on, till at last two
great doors were thrown open, and I found myself
in a large room filled with people, sitting on
benches raised one above another. I was quite
bewildered at the sight of so many heads-more
especially as at my first coming in there was a
general buzz of voices, and all eyes were evidently
fixed on myself.
A loud cry of "Silence, silence !" gave me a
moment to recover myself, and then I heard a
grave voice say,-
Let the donkey judge for himself. You are
at liberty to call him," added the gentleman, turn-





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ing to my late master, whom I now for the first
time perceived standing in an open space in the
centre of the room.
"Here, Neddy-Neddy-come here, Neddy.
There is a good donkey, come here," said the man
in a voice of the most insinuating gentleness; but
as I had never heard him speak so before, no won-
der I did not recognize its tones, and the only
answer I made was to hang down my ears, and
plant my tail very firmly between my legs..
There was a general burst of laughter that not
the presence of that grave-looking gentleman nor
the reiterated cries of "Silence silence in the
court, there!" could in any measure. suppress;
whilst many a voice exclaimed-" He has had the
donkey, that is clear enough, for the poor brute
thinks he is going to beat him now. Hush!
hush! See what he is going to do next.' Here
comes the lady. Silence I Hush hush 1"
"Now, madam, it is your turn," I heard the
grave-looking gentleman say; and in another
moment I saw my dear mistress rise up from a
seat by his side, and leaning on the arm of her
father, come down into the open court.
Tuppy dear Tuppy !" she said, just in the way
that she used to call me up to the railings years





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ago. Oh, I forgot all my past misery, and think-
ing only of my joy at beholding her, I set up such
a bray as I had never brayed in all my life before.
Oh, how the people shouted with laughter; the
very judge could not resist the infection of their
merriment, and gave way in spite of himself.
Why, what had I done that was so ridiculous ?
I could only express my joy with the voice which
nature had given me. If it was not so sweet and
gentle as some of theirs, that was not my fault.
At any other moment my self-love might have been
seriously wounded; but now I could only think of
my delight, and breaking away from the policeman
who held me, I went right up to my mistress, and,
rubbing my nose against her hand, I whinnied out
my happiness, intreating her as best I could to let
me stay with her now and for ever.
There was no laughter in the court then; and I
have heard my mistress say since, that there were
tears in many an eye. Real, genuine affection is
somewhat rare in this world; and when it is found,
it goes straight to the heart even of the most
hardened; and there are few so bad that they
will make fun of the evidence of pure, unselfish
love.
There was a minute's pause, and then I heard





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the grave man say in tones of such kindness as
showed his interest in my fate,
I am quite satisfied, Madam; no witnesses that
could be produced could speak half so strongly to
the truth of your case as does the affectionate re-
membrance of the poor dumb beast. That the
donkey is the one that was stolen from you
three years ago, there can be no doubt. All
that remains to be provided is, who did the deed;
and that I am afraid, with all his sagacity, the
animal will not be able to tell us. I shall send
the case to trial, and in the meanwhile," turning
to Mr. Morton, "it is for you.to produce the
evidence that the man now charged with the theft
was the person who stole the donkey."
I have no doubt whatever that I shall be able
to do so," replied Mr. Morton.
You can remove the donkey out of court," said
the grave gentleman; and then he turned to my
late master, who was standing dogged and silent
in charge of two of the police, and proceeded to
address him in terms which I did not understand,
my whole attention being now fixed upon myself,
and upon the thought of being separated from my
dear mistress, whom I had vainly hoped I was
never to leave again. In my anxiety to remain





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by her side, I quite forgot that I was in a court of
justice, and that, as a well-bred English donkey, it
was my duty to submit myself to the laws of my
land, and I struggled hard to pull away from the
policeman's hold, and to follow my mistress, who
was now led back by her father to the seat from
which she had risen.
I do not know how the struggle might have
ended, but, seeing that my endeavours to get free
were disturbing the whole court, my mistress once
more came up to me, and patting me gently on the
forehead, Oh, Tuppy," she said, this is very
naughty of you. Come with me."
How could I disobey ? "You may leave him,"
she said to my conductor. "He will go away
with me directly."
Go away with her! Of course I would to the
world's end. My first journey, however was des-
tined to be a much shorter one; -for, no sooner had
I quietly walked by her side through the court-
house into the passage, than, placing my rein in the
hand of the policeman, He will follow you now, I
think," she said. "Go, Tuppy; there is a good
Tuppy I will come to see you very soon; good-
bye, Tuppy 1" and patting me kindly, before I had
time to look round even, she was gone.





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A crowd, little short of that which had accom-
panied me to the court was awaiting my return,
and eager inquiries greeted my conductor as to
the result of the trial. Every one talked so fast
and so loud, that I could not make out much of
what was said; but I gathered sufficient to make
me very happy in the feeling I should soon be
restored to my pleasant home, and that meanwhile I
was to be left in the care of my present guardian,
whose kindness towards me had already impressed
me greatly in his favour. I gleaned too from what
I heard, that the result of the trial depended mainly
on the evidence of some man who was supposed to
have seen me soon after I was stolen from my dear
mistress. This set my brain working, and as I
walked by the side of my conductor towards my
new place of abode, I tried hard to recall all the
events of the past three years, and think whether
there was any one person whom I could remember
who could have recognized me in the time of my
degradation. In vain-in vain! I could not recall
one old friend who could bear testimony to my
identity. Suddenly there came upon me a flash
of light, and I bethought me of the man who, on
that wretched morning after my capture, had re-
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dreaded slavery. Who knew but that now he
might come forward, and, recognizing my master
as the man he had then accosted, might for ever
set me free from his power ?
It was a bright and happy thought, and kept
me up through several long, long days of dreary
suspense-days rendered so much the longer that
I had nothing whatever to do, but to ruminate
sadly over the past. Not but that I was com-
fortable enough in my present abode, and had
plenty to .eat and drink; but I had been so ac-
customed of late to an active, stirring life, that I
got tired of standing hour after hour tied up to a
manger, with no one to speak to but a few chance
companions, who, like myself, were condemned to
a temporary imprisonment. We had all our griefs
and sorrows, and could all, no doubt, have told some
strange and wonderful adventures; but one and all
we shrunk from anything like fellowship, and shut-
ting up in our own hearts our hopes or our fears,
awaited with what patience we could the verdict
which was to open to us our new and unknown
career.










CHAPTER VI.


The Trial comes to an end-An old Friend visits my Stable-
I take my first Railway Excursion and find myself in
well-remembered Scenes-Home again-Conclusion.

As days passed on, and still I neither saw nor
heard anything of my dear mistress, my heart mis-
gave me. Was it possible, after all, that she had
forsaken me? Would she give me back into the
power of that dreadful man? Oh! how I wished
that I had not suffered myself to be led out of the
court; that I had stayed by her side, and never
lost sight of her until I was once more in the plea-
sant green fields of my early home. It was in
vain to regret the past. I might fume and fret, it
would make no difference to the tiresome present.
If I could but have released myself from the bridle
that bound me to my stall, I would have made my
escape from the stable, and never rested, I thought,
until I had once again found my mistress. Hap-
pily for me, I was not permitted to accomplish my
object, or who knows but my second flight might




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have been attended with quite as disastrous conse-
quences as my first; but all that I got by my
efforts to escape, was to draw upon myself the
attention of my guardians, and make them secure
me more carefully than before, I hated them,
then-foolish donkey that I was; but I have owed
them such a debt of gratitude ever since, that
nothing pains me more than to hear a word said
against the police. Let every one speak as they
find; I say, they are a fine, brave body of men,
who have a very difficult duty to perform, and do
it faithfully and well.
But to come back to myself. I was standing
musing, I am afraid, in a very discontented state of
mind, when I heard the door of the stable open.
Thinking, however, it was only one of the men
come to attend to their work, I did not even trouble
myself to turn my head, until suddenly I felt a
hand laid on my shoulder, and heard a voice, I
thought I remembered, say, sadly enough-
Why, Neddy! who would have thought that
you and I should have met again in such a place
as this; and you so altered? Poor old Neddy! how
badly you have been used!"
Old Neddy, indeed! My heart swelled with such
mortified vanity at the name, that for the moment-


























































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