âspectâwhen one day we-all lit out and headed north on the railroad. I was a-feared it was back to the dad-burn mountain, but Marse Robert, I reckon he knowed I was worried, âcause he came several times to have a word with me and make sure I was all right on the journey.
What we came to warnât the mountain, though. It was a cityâ the biggest city in the world. Leastways, Iâve never seed or heared tell of a bigger one. I canât really describe it, Tom. Itâs a thousand times biggerân this here little townâlots more houses, more people, more noise. When we got off the railroadâwhy, it was like the whole world was a cityâstreets and streets, anâ all full of horses and carts, crowds of people pushing up and down the sidewalks and everywhere men shouting to each other over the noise of wheels on the cobblestones. And thatâs not all, neither. There was them kind of long wagons with flat tops; carriages like, and full of men and women, with horses to pull âem on rails, running up and down the streets. Donât they jest âbout rattle and bang, too? I was being ridden by one of Marse Robertâs soldiers, and I sâpect I was kinda hard to handle, âcause I was feeling a mite nervous and skittish then. But Brown-Roan was a lot of help; heâd seed all oâ this truck before, and his acting manageable made me feel quieter, too. âSides, there was plenty more horses round and they warnât letting things faze them one bit.
What really fazed me, when we got to Marse Robertâs place in this here city, was there was that durned Richmond in the stable, his loose box right next to mine. I hadnât figured on meeting him ever again, not never; and there he was. When he seed me, he jest wrinkled his nose and laid his ears back. It was evidently jest as nasty a surprise for him as it was for me. What I know now is that Richmond knowed real well, even then, that Marse Robert found him a troublesome fella and was looking out for a better horse. He didnât knowâbut he was going toâ that I was that better horse. Well, maybe he did know, for he never really troubled to make an enemy of Brown-Roan. It was me in particular he didnât like.
I didnât care for the stables in the city. There warnât ânuff for a horse to do. âFact, there was nothing to do, âcause of Marse Robert seemed to have quit riding. I couldnât make it out. âCourse, he used to come into the stable to look us over and talk to us, but it was jest only for a few minutes mostly, and then he always seemed to have something else uppermost in his mind. The stablemen used to take us out for exercise, and theyâd ride us âlongside the big river, but I couldnât never really get to liking it, âcause I knowed I warnât working for Marse Robert. And anyway, like I was telling you, Tom, âfar as I was concerned Marse Robert had become the center of things. He was my whole world. I know I was difficult onceât or twiceât. I couldnât relax, and there warnât one of the soldiers looking after us that I really took to. âSides, they kept a-changing, and that didnât help none neither. âNother thing that didnât help was the few times Marse Robert did take me out hisself, I could tellâa good horse can always tell, Tom, you knowâthat he was out oâ sorts and discontented. Whatever âtwas he had to do in that city, he didnât like it. What it come down to was he was fretting and so was I.
âTwarnât really surprising, though, that I felt strung up tight. You could feel the same thing all over the cityâin the men and women, I mean: the way they stood, the way they moved and held theirselves, the sound of their voices. They didnât know it, maybe, but I felt it whenever I was out of my stable. I noticed it most particular in the soldiers. The