"Wa'al, now!" exclaimed Mrs. Bixbee.

"Yes'm," said David; "I was stuck in ev'ry sense of the word."

"What d'ye do?"

"Wa'al, I tried all the tricks I knowed--an' I could lead him--but when
I was in the buggy he wouldn't stir till he got good an' ready; 'n' then
he'd start of his own accord an' go on a spell, an'--"

"Did he keep it up?" Mrs. Bixbee interrupted.

"Wa'al, I s'd say he did. I finely got home with the critter, but I
thought one time I'd either hev to lead him or spend the night on the
East road. He balked five sep'rate times, varyin' in length, an' it was
dark when we struck the barn."

"I should hev thought you'd a wanted to kill him," said Mrs. Bixbee;
"an' the fellers that sold him to ye, too."

"The' _was_ times," David replied, with a nod of his head, "when if he'd
a fell down dead I wouldn't hev figgered on puttin' a band on my hat,
but it don't never pay to git mad with a hoss; an' as fur 's the feller
I bought him of, when I remembered how he told me he'd stand without
hitchin', I swan! I had to laugh. I did, fer a fact. 'Stand without
hitchin'!' He, he, he!"

"I guess you wouldn't think it was so awful funny if you hadn't gone an'
stuck that horse onto Deakin Perkins--an' I don't see how you done it."