He is in possession and cannot be forcibly ejected,--a sort of terre-tenant; such title as he has must be respected.
After wrestling with an unusually notional beast, to the great disorder of clothing and temper, the Professor said,-- "The brain of the horse is small; it is an animal of little sense and great timidity, but it knows more than most people who attempt to drive." In reality horses are seldom driven; they generally go as they please, with now and then a hint as to which corner to turn.

Nine times out of ten it is the driven horse that makes trouble for owners of automobiles.

The drunken driver never has any trouble; his horses do not stop, turn about, or shy into the ditch; the man asleep on the box is perfectly safe; his horse ambles on, minding its own business, giving a full half of the road to the approaching machine.

It is the man, who, on catching sight of the automobile, nervously gathers up his reins, grabs his whip, and pulls and jerks, who makes his own troubles; he is searching for trouble, expects it, and is disappointed if he gets by without it.
Nine times out of ten it is the driver who really frightens the horse.

A country plug, jogging quietly along, quite unterrified, may be roused to unwonted capers by the person behind.
Some take the antics of their horses quite philosophically.