Then I got down an' took the hopples off an' then climbed back into the buggy, an' says 'Cluck, to him, an' off he stepped as chipper as could be, an' we went joggin' along all right mebbe two mile, an' when I slowed up, up he come agin.

I gin him another clip in the same place on the shoulder, an' I got down an' tied him up agin, an' the same thing happened as before, on'y it didn't take him quite so long to make up his mind about startin', an' we went some further without a hitch.

But I had to go through the pufformance the third time before he got it into his head that if he didn't go when _I_ wanted he couldn't go when _he_ wanted, an' that didn't suit him; an' when he felt the whip on his shoulder it meant bus'nis." "Was that the end of his balkin' ?" asked Mrs.Bixbee.
"I had to give him one more go-round," said David, "an' after that I didn't have no more trouble with him.

He showed symptoms at times, but a touch of the whip on the shoulder alwus fetched him.

I alwus carried them straps, though, till the last two or three times." "Wa'al, what's the deakin kickin' about, then ?" asked Aunt Polly.
"You're jest sayin' you broke him of balkin'." "Wa'al," said David slowly, "some hosses will balk with some folks an' not with others.