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. One
old farmer, whose wheezy nag tried to climb the fence, called
out,--

"Gee whiz! I wish you fellers would come this way every day; the
old hoss hasn't showed so much ginger for ten year."

Another, carrying just a little more of the wine of the country
than his legs could bear, stood up unsteadily in his wagon and