This work should be taken as following on, and in conjunction with, its predecessor on "Riding." In that publication will be found various chapters on Action, The Aids, Bits and Bitting, Leaping, Vice, and on other cognate subjects which, without undue repetition, cannot be reintroduced here. These subjects are of importance to and should be studied by all, of either sex, who aim at perfection in the accomplishment of Equitation, and who seek to control and manage the saddle-horse.
n a city where the sport of kings is called debate there is a wall of remembrance outdoors on the mall that is exhibited all day and all night. And every October around election day there is a wall constructed inside an arena where a competition is held that physically challenges a rider and horse to jump over this obstacle. Join a brother and sister for this peaceful battle to overcome this giant obstacle when the Washington International Horse Show acts as the center piece to a conflict that is an entertaining competitive sporting exhibition which brings the true definition to the term "winner." Using flashbacks and setting the tale in the past this electrifying essay brings home an honest message with strong metaphoric weapons.
My name is Aspen Joyce. Once I had everything, I just didn't know how to appreciate it. That all changed when my whole family and my horse were killed in a car accident. They say that it was a miracle that I survived. I guess I have a different definition for 'miracle'. So I was sent to live in Arizona with someone I barely know-- my biological dad who left me and Mom when I was only four years old. I barely got there when I realized something was really wrong. I was being haunted by a phantom. A Ghost Horse.
But you don't know how to drive four horses," was her objection. I threw my chest out and my shoulders back. "What man has done, I can do," I proclaimed grandly. "And please don't forget that when we sailed on the Snark I knew nothing of navigation, and that I taught myself as I sailed." "Very well," she said. (And there's faith for you! ) "They shall be four saddle horses, and we'll strap our saddles on behind the rig." It was my turn to object. "Our saddle horses are not broken to harness."
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