Therefore I merely dug my knees desperately into the saddle flaps and awaited what should come, while endeavoring to check the animal.

He, however, kept his head down, which not only made it difficult to stop him, but also gave me an unpleasant sense as of riding on the cowcatcher of a locomotive with nothing but space in front of me.
Once, with a jerk, I managed to get his head up, but when I did that he reared.

I do not care for rearing.
To add to my delight, one of the dogs now ran out and began to bark and circle around us, jumping up at the horse's nose and nipping at his heels.

This brought on new activities, for now Dr.Bell not only reared but elevated himself suddenly behind, to kick at the dog.

However, there was one good result.