A Boy for yourself, a kid for your dog, then a man for your mule;that is the usual order of trouble. 0f course the mule itselfprecedes the mule-keeper, but then I do not reckon the buying of ahorse among life's troubles, rather among its luxuries. It combinesall the subtle pleasures of shopping with a turbid amazenement whichis its own. From the moment when you first start from the breakfast-table at the sound of hoofs, and find the noble animal at the door,arching his neck and champing his bit, as if he felt proud to bearthat other animal, bandy-legged, mendacious, and altogether ignoblewho sits jauntily on his back, down to the moment when you walk roundto the stable for a little quiet enjoyment of the sense of ownership,there is a high tide of mental elation running through the days.Then the Ghorawalla supervenes.