A Runaway Horse

The Lady Anne preferred riding on horseback with her brother or cousins. She was a perfect horsewoman, happy and gentle. She chose me for her horse, and named me “Black Auster”. I enjoyed these rides in the clear cold air, sometimes with Ginger, sometimes with Lizzie. Lizzie was a bright bay mare, a great favorite with the gentlemen, on account of her fine action and lively spirit, but Ginger told me she was rather nervous.

A gentleman named Blantyre was staying at the hall. He always rode Lizzie and praised her so much that one day Lady Anne ordered the side-saddle to be put on her, and the other saddle on me. When we came to the door, the gentleman seemed very uneasy.