Living and working with animals comes with its share of risk. One day when Augusta was riding Don, the horse I mentioned last week, stepped in a hole, and fell. This fall left Augusta with a broken collarbone and forced her to not ride for the following three weeks. This was the only broken bone Augusta experienced in her life. Augusta was still fond of the horse, and she wrote in her memoirs that when he died from old age, “Mother and I both cried, and Pa buried him.” Augusta transferred this love into the details she added to her…
You must be logged in to view this content. Click here to subscribe