Horsemanship [antikvár]

Dear Readers:Before you read this little book I would like you to think, that as well as for your own, it is also for your pony', sake. When we look back, to those days when we first pode, we realise how very patient and gentle those ponies we were taught on were. We thought different then, and now, as I expect some of you experienced ones do, repent those times, when scoldings from our tongues would fall on those inocent twitching ears belonging to those now beloved for horsemanship. Well one remembers, the clear gaze of the brown eyes, the pricked ears on the head, held high, and the impatient twitch of the rail, of that noble steed that bore us so gallantly at our first meet. It is those truekearted animals that teach us our first lessons, no master of horsemanship can ever teach as some of our early mounts taught us. Think of some of those miserable, unkept, cart horses, in the streets. The thin, meagre, rain sodden coat, through which protrode the bones, but the soft white muzzle, and the clear dreamy eyes are still the same as when in better, by gone days.