After I was broken in I was bought by a dealer to match another chestnut horse named Mac Donald. For many weeks the dealer drove us together and then we were sold to a fashionable gentleman and we're sent up to London. I had been driven with a check rein by the dealer and I hated it worse than anything else; but here we were reined far tighter and tighter. The coachman and my master rick thought we looked stylish.

You, who never had a checkrein don't know what it is, but I can say it is very dreadful. I liked to toss my head about and hold as high as any horse would, but fancy yourself if you tossed your head up high and were forced to hold it there. That way for hours not able to move it at all except with a jerk still higher. My neck ached till I could not know how to bear it.

I also had to wear two bits instead of one and mine was very sharp. It hurt my tongue and jaw. The blood from my tongue coloured the froth that kept flying form my lips.  I chafed and fretted at the bits and reins. It was worse when we had to stand by the hour waiting for our mistress at some grand part or entertainment, and if I fretted or stamped with impatience the whip was laid on. My master only cared about a stylish turnout as they called it. I knew he only understood very little about horses. He left that to his coachman who told him I was an irritable temper and I wasn't used to the bearing rein but I should get used to it, but he was not the man to do it. For when I was in the stable miserable and angry instead of being soothed and quieted by kindness got only a surly word or blow. If he had been civil I would have tried to bear it.

I was willing to work and ready to work had too but being tormented for nothing but their fancies angered me. What right did they have to make me suffer like this? Besides the soreness in my mouth and the pain in my neck it always made my windpipe feel bad, and if I had stopped there long I know it surely would have spoiled my breathing but I grew more and more reckless and irritable.

I could not help it but I began to kick and plunge when any one came to harness me. For this the groom beat me and one day as they had just buckled us into the carriage and was straining my head up with that rein. I began to kick and plunge with all my might. I soon broke a lot of harness and kick myself clear. It was the end of that place.