When we are sick, put us in a "horse-pital." Do not strike us when we stumble or scare.

Suppose you were in the harness and I were in the wagon, I had the whip and you the traces, what an ardent advocate you would be for kindness to the irrational creation! Do not let the blacksmith drive the nail into the quick when he shoes me, or burn my fetlocks with a hot file.

Do not mistake the "dead-eye" that nature put on my foreleg for a wart to be exterminated.

Do not cut off my tail short in fly-time.

Keep the north wind out of our stables.