I thought York might have stood up better for his horses, but perhaps I am no judge.
Ginger was never put into the carriage again, but when she was well of her bruises one of Lord W----'s younger sons said he should like to have her; he was sure she would make a good hunter.

As for me, I was obliged still to go in the carriage, and had a fresh partner called Max; he had always been used to the tight rein.

I asked him how it was he bore it.
"Well," he said, "I bear it because I must; but it is shortening my life, and it will shorten yours too, if you have to stick to it." "Do you think," I said, "that our masters know how bad it is for us ?" "I can't say," he replied, "but the dealers and the horse-doctors know it very well.

I was at a dealer's once, who was training me and another horse to go as a pair; he was getting our heads up, and he said, a little higher and a little higher every day.

A gentleman who was there asked him why he did so.