First, a stiff heavy collar just on my neck, and a bridle with great side-pieces against my eyes, called blinkers, and blinkers indeed they were, for I could not see on either side, but only straight in front of me; next there was a small saddle with a nasty stiff strap that went right under my tail; that was the crupper.

I hated the crupper--to have my long tail doubled up and poked through that strap was almost as bad as the bit.

I never felt more like kicking, but of course I could not kick such a good master, and so in time I got used to everything, and could do my work as well as my mother.
I must not forget to mention one part of my training, which I have always considered a very great advantage.

My master sent me for a fortnight to a neighboring farmer's, who had a meadow which was skirted on one side by the railway.

Here were some sheep and cows, and I was turned in among them.
I shall never forget the first train that ran by.