13 The Devil's
One day when John and I had been out on some business of our master's,
and were returning gently on a long, straight road, at some distance we
a boy trying to leap a pony over a gate; the pony would not take the leap,
and the boy cut him with the whip, but he only turned off on one side.
He whipped him again, but the pony turned off on the other side.
Then the boy got off and gave him a hard thrashing, and knocked him
about the head; then he got up again and tried to make him leap the gate,
kicking him all the time shamefully, but still the pony refused.
When we were nearly at the spot the pony put down his head and threw up
his heels, and sent the boy neatly over into a broad quickset hedge,
and with the rein dangling from his head he set off home at a full gallop.
John laughed out quite loud. "Served him right," he said.
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the boy as he struggled about among the thorns;
"I say, come and help me out."
"Thank ye," said John, "I think you are quite in the right
and maybe a little scratching will teach you not to leap a pony over a gate
that is too high for him," and so with that John rode off. "It
said he to himself, "that young fellow is a liar as well as a cruel
we'll just go home by Farmer Bushby's, Beauty, and then
if anybody wants to know you and I can tell 'em, ye see."
So we turned off to the right, and soon came up to the stack-yard,
and within sight of the house. The farmer was hurrying out into the road,
and his wife was standing at the gate, looking very frightened.
"Have you seen my boy?" said Mr. Bushby as we came up;
"he went out an hour ago on my black pony, and the creature is just
without a rider."
"I should think, sir," said John, "he had better be without
unless he can be ridden properly."
"What do you mean?" said the farmer.
"Well, sir, I saw your son whipping, and kicking, and knocking
that good little pony about shamefully because he would not leap a gate
that was too high for him. The pony behaved well, sir, and showed no vice;
but at last he just threw up his heels and tipped the young gentleman
into the thorn hedge. He wanted me to help him out, but I hope you will
excuse me, sir, I did not feel inclined to do so. There's no bones broken,
sir; he'll only get a few scratches. I love horses, and it riles me
to see them badly used; it is a bad plan to aggravate an animal
till he uses his heels; the first time is not always the last."
During this time the mother began to cry, "Oh, my poor Bill,
I must go and meet him; he must be hurt."
"You had better go into the house, wife," said the farmer;
"Bill wants a lesson about this, and I must see that he gets it;
this is not the first time, nor the second, that he has ill-used that pony,
and I shall stop it. I am much obliged to you, Manly. Good-evening."
So we went on, John chuckling all the way home; then he told James about
who laughed and said, "Serve him right. I knew that boy at school;
he took great airs on himself because he was a farmer's son;
he used to swagger about and bully the little boys. Of course,
we elder ones would not have any of that nonsense, and let him know
that in the school and the playground farmers' sons and laborers' sons
were all alike. I well remember one day, just before afternoon school,
I found him at the large window catching flies and pulling off their wings.
He did not see me and I gave him a box on the ears that laid him sprawling
on the floor. Well, angry as I was, I was almost frightened,
he roared and bellowed in such a style. The boys rushed in
from the playground, and the master ran in from the road to see
who was being murdered. Of course I said fair and square at once
what I had done, and why; then I showed the master the flies,
some crushed and some crawling about helpless, and I showed him the wings
on the window sill. I never saw him so angry before;
but as Bill was still howling and whining, like the coward that he was,
he did not give him any more punishment of that kind,
but set him up on a stool for the rest of the afternoon,
and said that he should not go out to play for that week.
Then he talked to all the boys very seriously about cruelty, and said
how hard-hearted and cowardly it was to hurt the weak and the helpless;
but what stuck in my mind was this, he said that cruelty was the devil's
own trade-mark, and if we saw any one who took pleasure in cruelty
we might know who he belonged to, for the devil was a murderer
from the beginning, and a tormentor to the end. On the other hand,
where we saw people who loved their neighbors, and were kind
to man and beast, we might know that was God's mark."
"Your master never taught you a truer thing," said John;
"there is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as
about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind
to man and beast it is all a sham -- all a sham, James, and it won't stand
when things come to be turned inside out."
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