flash his head around with teeth snapping, or else,
as if to make Pat feel inferiority, would plunge
forward to a point immediately in front, and in
this position fling back choking dust or gravel.
At such times the round-faced man, the white's
master, would drag him away-mightily, or, if he was
not quick enough, then the sorrel, drowsing along
behind on a lead-rope, would unconsciously offer
resistance. But it was all very disagreeable, and
Pat, while finding that it broke up the monotony of
the journey, yet at length found himself also becoming
irritated.

He finally gave way to it. It was his nature to
brood over annoyances and sometimes to heap
grains of injustice into mountains of woes. He
fell to thinking of his general lot, his misfortunes,
the lack of proper food, the occasional lack of
water, until he became sullen and peevish. The
change showed in sudden starts at unusual sounds
which brought sharp protests from his young master,
and then he began to refuse to eat. This was
grave, and he knew it. But he could not or would
not help it; he never knew quite which it was.
But he did not eat. Instead of moving about with
the other horses, nose to ground, mouthing the
bunch-grass, he would mope by himself well away
from the other horses, standing with head hanging
and ears inert, all in motionless silence. As the
water-holes became farther apart, and the grazing
worse yet, he did this more and more, until the
white horse, evidently seeing his lack of spirit, became
a source of downright aggravation, frequently

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