e stops and waits for his friend.

"Good race, wasn't it?" he remarks, panting, as the Human comes up, laden
to the chin. "I believe I'd have won it, too, if it hadn't been for that
fool of a small boy. He was right in my way just as I turned the corner.
_You noticed him_? Wish I had, beastly brat! What's he yelling like
that for? _Because I knocked him down and ran over him_? Well, why
didn't he get out of the way? It's disgraceful, the way people leave
their children about for other people to tumble over. Halloa! did all
those things come out? You couldn't have packed them very carefully; you
should see to a thing like that. _You did not dream of my tearing down
the hill twenty miles an hour_? Surely, you knew me better than to
expect I'd let that old Schneider's dog pass me without an effort. But
there, you never think. You're sure you've got them all? _You believe
so_? I shouldn't 'believe' if I were you; I should run back up the hill
again and make sure. _You feel too tired_? Oh, all right! don't blame
me if anything is missing, that's all."

He is so self-willed. He is cock-sure that the correct turning is the
second on the right, and nothing will persuade him that it is the third.
He is positive he can get across the road in time, and will not be
convinced until he sees the cart smashed up. Then he is very apologetic,
it is true. But of what use is that? As he is usually of the size and
strength of a young bull, and his human companion is generally a weak-
kneed old man or woman, or a small child, he has his way. The greatest
punishment his proprietor can inflict upon him is to leave him at home,
and take the cart out alone. But your German is too kind-hearted to do
this often.

That he is harnessed to the cart for anybody's pleasure but his own it is
impossible to believe; and I am confident that the German peasant plans
the tiny harness and fashions the little cart purely with the hope of
gratifying his dog. In other countries--in Belgium, Holland and France--I
have seen these draught dogs ill-treated and over-worked; but in Germany,
never. Germans abuse animals shockingly. I have seen a German stand in
front of his horse and call it every name he could lay his tongue to. But
the horse did not mind it. I have seen a German, weary with abusing his
horse, call to his wife to come out and assist him. When she came, he
told her what the horse had done. The recital roused the woman's t