took his hoss by the bridle and led him over the bridge,
and he follered kindly, then he mounted, and no hoss
could go better. Arter a little, we came to another bridge
agin, and the same play was acted anew, same coaxin',
same threatenin', and same thrashin'; at last pony put
down his head, and began to shake his tail, a gettin'
ready for another bout of kickin'; when Steve got off
and led him, and did the same to every bridge we come
to.

"'It's no use,' sais I, 'you must larn them oaths, he's
used to 'em and misses them shocking. A sailor, a hoss,
and a nigger ain't no good without you swear at 'em; it
comes kinder nateral to them, and they look for it, fact
I assure you. Whips wear out, and so do spurs, but a good
sneezer of a cuss hain't no wear out to it; it's always
the same.'

"'I'll larn him sunthin', sais he, 'when I get him to
home, and out o' sight that will do him good, and that
he won't forget for one while, I know.'

"Soon arter this we came to Everett's public-house on
the bay, and I galloped up to the door, and went as close
as I cleverly could on purpose, and then reined up short
and sudden, when whap goes the pony right agin the side
of the house, and nearly killed himself. He never stirred
for the matter of two or three minutes. I actilly did
think he had gone for it, and Steve went right thro' the
winder on to the floor, with a holler noise, like a log