don’t always attain their objective. Though old Harry did his best to urge Tommy into further effort by belting him with the double of the reins, and kicking him on his full belly with an ugly crinkled boot, and using insulting language, the grey horse remained obdurate, and stubbornly stood his ground. But, when old Harry anathematised Tommy’s pedigree and relations, and profanely mentioned things that really had nothing to do with the ease, the nuggetty grey shook his head violently and cow-kicked under the shaft at his tormentor. Seeing his mistake, old Harry resorted to coaxing. But, being a horse with principle and pride, Tommy wasn't to be degraded with smooge. Then old Harry seemed to think he had lowered his own prestige by smooging, especially when it wasn't effective, and taking up a long waddy he broke it into small pieces against Tommy's back and his rump and against the harness. Combo and Curricomb, as the two niggers afterwards became known, had all this time risen to the occasion. They were showing their appreciation of the position by standing upright on the load like bronze gladiators, holding each other with one arm, while with the other they did the the atmosphere what Harry was doing to the horse. In addition, they let out yells that rent the heavens, and were echoed back from the silent gorges of the home mountain. With perspiration rolling off his angered features, old Harry looked up for a moment or two at his Joyous helpmates. "Oh! none of that b---y row up there," he objected, forgetting that, unlike himself, they hadn't
