And “something” did!
Justin Morgan’s horse gathered himself together, almost crouching, and waited for the word to start. When it was given, his chest-muscles strained, his wide nostrils were scarlet and dilated, and this scion of Arabia’s proud breed moved off as if inspired by Allah himself for an almost miraculous feat.
The bystanders, craning their necks to see, ran alongside; the men, perched on the log, fell off as it rocked from side to side, and then the young horse paused for breath—or to recover his strength.
Utter silence was over all. There was no jeering now.
The second pull landed the log on the logway, and the amazed men broke into the wildest cheers ever heard at Chase’s Mill.[8]
FOOTNOTES:
[7] Morgan Horses, Linsley, page 133.
[8] Morgan Horses, Linsley, page 137.