Almost the only experience I ever had in this connection that was of any interest was on one occasion when I broke my arm.

My purse did not permit me to own expensive horses.

On this occasion I was riding an animal, a buggy horse originally, which its owner sold because now and then it insisted on thoughtfully lying down when in harness.

It never did this under the saddle; and when he turned it out to grass it would solemnly hop over the fence and get somewhere where it did not belong.

The last trait was what converted it into a hunter.