Horse How the horse has shaped civilizations

J. Edward Chamberlin, 1943-

Book - 2006

Saved in:

2nd Floor Show me where

636.1009/Chamberlin
1 / 1 copies available
Location Call Number   Status
2nd Floor 636.1009/Chamberlin Checked In
Subjects
Published
New York, NY : BlueBridge c2006.
Language
English
Main Author
J. Edward Chamberlin, 1943- (-)
Physical Description
282 p. : ill
ISBN
9780974240596
  • 1. Out of the Mist: Horses and Humans in the Americas
  • 2. Bringing Horses Home: Hunting Horses, Farming Horses
  • 3. On the Move around the Globe: How Horse Travel and Transport Changed the World
  • 4. Making Trouble: Horses in War
  • 5. Great Horse Cultures of the World: From Ancient China to Modern Europe
  • 6. The Spirit of Horses: Power, Grace, and Beauty
  • Notes and Acknowledgments
  • Index
Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Historian Chamberlin?s desire to convince readers that horses are the most significant element in uniting people??more than paper and printing, more than the telephone and the television??is hobbled by grandiose claims, overwrought prose and personified horses. The book opens with a brief overview of the evolutionary history of horses from the perspective of a 1930s-era horse named Big Bird who learned of the Bering-Strait crossing from her ancestors and, wearing a bell around her neck, ?felt like a milk cow.? Regaining readers? trust, then, is not an easy task. Although the book piles on historical equine episodes, it is burdened by statements such as, ?Realizing that horses have that space?on which a piece of bone or metal could rest was one of humanity?s great discoveries.? Instead of arguing for the importance of horses to human history, Chamberlin stakes his book on shakier terrain and fills it with inane vagaries (?Horses are both a walk in the storm and a shelter from it, and they take us closer to the world by taking us further away?). The result may repel even horse-loving readers, though those of the patient variety will find a feedsack?s worth of horse trivia in these pages. (Apr.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.


Chapter 1 Out of the Mist Horses and Humans in the Americas It snowed every day from early December to late February, which was rare in the northern range of the Rockies; and the temperature went down to fifty below, which wasn't. The winter of 1932-33 had been the worst that anyone could remember. Anyone except Big Bird. Big Bird was a horse, her name drawn from an Indian legend. A big gray mare, almost pure white by now, she knew the stories of the old, old days. She remembered one about a winter thousands of years before which went on so long that they forgot about everything but getting by. Back then, in a place where the ice hadn't covered the land, wondering whether winter would ever end, humans and horses first made friends. The place looked different then. The forests hadn't yet covered the land, and the valleys hadn't been carved out as deeply. There were animals everywhere, wooly mammoths and grumpy rhinoceroses and large bears and small camels, swift antelope and toothy tigers, mean wolves and shaggy buffalo and sleek beaver and sly fox. You could see farther then, and the horses could run when the big cats and dogs - the tigers and the wolves - came after them. Everyone was watching everyone else to see what they were doing and whether they were having trouble and how long it would be before they would eat or be eaten. They were all holding on by the skin of their teeth. Then some of the horses left, traveling over the tundra across the Bering Land Bridge, the doorway to Asia. At its most extensive, Beringia covered over five hundred miles from north to south, and stretched from central Siberia to the western Yukon. Even in the coldest times, it was free of ice except high in the hills, and it nourished a large number of animals. The horses who left spread across Asia; some carried on beyond the steppes to Europe, while others went south to India and Africa. But wherever they went, they traveled between the mountains and the rivers on the savannah lands. Those horses that stayed behind in the Americas died out. Nobody quite knows why. They didn't die of the cold, because they survived worse in the places they went to. Maybe when the world became warmer they just wandered around as woodlands took over-like humans, horses are mostly at home on the range - and became easy prey. Maybe the shrubs and the grasses and the berries they ate became scarce. Maybe the humans, who must have been hard pressed to find enough food and were well outfitted with throwing sticks and fluted spear points, hunted them down. It doesn't take long, as we know from the prairie buffalo and the Atlantic cod. Perhaps other things happened. Whatever the case, for at least ten thousand years, so it is said, there were no horses in the Americas. But eventually they came back home, suspended in slings in the Spanish caravels. And some say that they came earlier, cross-tied in the Viking longboats that ventured across the ocean. *** And they had all come back to this. Perhaps it was a big mistake. In the fall of 1932, Big Bird had heard the owls screaming, and had seen the crows shifting their wings sideways in flight. The fox and beaver pelts that the Indians trapped were heavier than usual. She had known it was going to be a bad winter. But this was the baddest of all. The snow had been very deep, forage had been terribly hard to find, and most of the horses had floundered and froze in the drifts. The spring of '33 eventually came, blessing those who made it through. And out of the morning mist, suspended between the meadow and the mountain, came Big Bird, gaunt and gimpy. It was a big come-down for her. She prided herself on looking good and moving well-showing her bottoms, as farmers say when a horse picks up her feet nicely - and here she was, a bell around her neck and hobbles on her feet. She felt like a milk cow. But once again, memory took over, and she remembered another time, around 50 million years ago, which she had heard the old ones tell about, when their earliest ancestor had appeared out of the morning mist way back at the beginning of time. Right around here, too. Dawn horse, she was called. Eohippus . Small and short-legged, with toes (four on the front feet, and three on the back); teeth that were good for browsing leaves, but not tough enough for the sandpaper grasses; and a tippy-toe walk like a fox. They came on the scene when the dinosaurs died out, moving into a niche. It was the right move, for they did well, keeping company with the other hippos. Eohippus looked a lot like Eeyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh ; but instead of losing her tail, she lost her toes. At first, she and her kin were at home in the rain forests and swamps, but as these changed to savannah land all the places to hide disappeared, replaced by places to run. So the toes went, slowly but surely, until all that was left were some bones up above the ankle and a little bit of the pad on the foot. The legs became longer, as eohippus changed into mesohippus and merychippus and then pliohippus , running faster each time, rearing up higher, kicking harder, eventually emerging from the evolutionary labyrinth as equus. When shrubs and bushes gave way to grasses and grains, their teeth changed, too, becoming high-crowned and cement-covered so that they could cut and grind rather than chomp and chew. Being easily surprised was their great strength back then, and Big Bird knew that it still was, watching and listening for predators, and smelling them. Their heads became bigger, the size of their eyes larger than those of even the largest mammals, the elephants and the whales, and more soulful, too; their ears rotated in all directions, and they developed a big nose to sniff out trouble, or another horse in heat. These horses were the legend of the Americas before anybody had legends. Before there was anybody. Excerpted from Horse: How the Horse Has Shaped Civilizations by J. Edward Chamberlin All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.