How I Got Used to My Master's Shoes

My master went with me to the smith's forge to see that i was not hurt or got any fright? The blacksmith took my feet in his hand, one after the other, and cut away some of the hook. He then made the girth fast under my body, patting and talking to me all the time. Then i had a few oats, then a little leading about. And this he did every day till i began to look for the oats and the saddle at length. It certainly did feel queer, but i must say, i felt rather proud to carry my master. Next unpleasant business was putting on the iron shoes. That too was very hard at first. But