All depended on the humour she was in and the direction you wished to take--mostly the direction.

If towards the grass-paddock or the dam, she was off helter-skelter.

If it was n't, she'd go on strike--put her head down and chew the bit.

Then, when you'd get to work on her with a waddy--which we always did--she'd walk backwards into the house and frighten Mother, or into the waterhole and dirty the water.

Dad said it was the fault of the cove who broke her in.