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“
Why
,
the
horse
has
been
down
and
thrown
him
!
Who
would
have
thought
the
black
horse
would
have
done
that
?
Nobody
thought
he
could
fall
.
Reuben
must
have
been
lying
here
for
hours
!
Odd
,
too
,
that
the
horse
has
not
moved
from
the
place
.
”
Robert
then
attempted
to
lead
me
forward
.
I
made
a
step
,
but
almost
fell
again
.
“
Halloo
!
he
’
s
bad
in
his
foot
as
well
as
his
knees
.
Look
here
—
his
hoof
is
cut
all
to
pieces
;
he
might
well
come
down
,
poor
fellow
!
I
tell
you
what
,
Ned
,
I
’
m
afraid
it
hasn
’
t
been
all
right
with
Reuben
.
Just
think
of
his
riding
a
horse
over
these
stones
without
a
shoe
!
Why
,
if
he
had
been
in
his
right
senses
he
would
just
as
soon
have
tried
to
ride
him
over
the
moon
.
I
’
m
afraid
it
has
been
the
old
thing
over
again
.
Poor
Susan
!
she
looked
awfully
pale
when
she
came
to
my
house
to
ask
if
he
had
not
come
home
.
She
made
believe
she
was
not
a
bit
anxious
,
and
talked
of
a
lot
of
things
that
might
have
kept
him
.
But
for
all
that
she
begged
me
to
go
and
meet
him
.
But
what
must
we
do
?
There
’
s
the
horse
to
get
home
as
well
as
the
body
,
and
that
will
be
no
easy
matter
.
”
Then
followed
a
conversation
between
them
,
till
it
was
agreed
that
Robert
,
as
the
groom
,
should
lead
me
,
and
that
Ned
must
take
the
body
.
It
was
a
hard
job
to
get
it
into
the
dog
-
cart
,
for
there
was
no
one
to
hold
Ginger
;
but
she
knew
as
well
as
I
did
what
was
going
on
,
and
stood
as
still
as
a
stone
.
I
noticed
that
,
because
,
if
she
had
a
fault
,
it
was
that
she
was
impatient
in
standing
.
Ned
started
off
very
slowly
with
his
sad
load
,
and
Robert
came
and
looked
at
my
foot
again
;
then
he
took
his
handkerchief
and
bound
it
closely
round
,
and
so
he
led
me
home
.
I
shall
never
forget
that
night
walk
;
it
was
more
than
three
miles
.
Robert
led
me
on
very
slowly
,
and
I
limped
and
hobbled
on
as
well
as
I
could
with
great
pain
.
I
am
sure
he
was
sorry
for
me
,
for
he
often
patted
and
encouraged
me
,
talking
to
me
in
a
pleasant
voice
.
At
last
I
reached
my
own
box
,
and
had
some
corn
;
and
after
Robert
had
wrapped
up
my
knees
in
wet
cloths
,
he
tied
up
my
foot
in
a
bran
poultice
,
to
draw
out
the
heat
and
cleanse
it
before
the
horse
-
doctor
saw
it
in
the
morning
,
and
I
managed
to
get
myself
down
on
the
straw
,
and
slept
in
spite
of
the
pain
.
The
next
day
after
the
farrier
had
examined
my
wounds
,
he
said
he
hoped
the
joint
was
not
injured
;
and
if
so
,
I
should
not
be
spoiled
for
work
,
but
I
should
never
lose
the
blemish
.
I
believe
they
did
the
best
to
make
a
good
cure
,
but
it
was
a
long
and
painful
one
.
Proud
flesh
,
as
they
called
it
,
came
up
in
my
knees
,
and
was
burned
out
with
caustic
;
and
when
at
last
it
was
healed
,
they
put
a
blistering
fluid
over
the
front
of
both
knees
to
bring
all
the
hair
off
;
they
had
some
reason
for
this
,
and
I
suppose
it
was
all
right
.
As
Smith
’
s
death
had
been
so
sudden
,
and
no
one
was
there
to
see
it
,
there
was
an
inquest
held
.
The
landlord
and
hostler
at
the
White
Lion
,
with
several
other
people
,
gave
evidence
that
he
was
intoxicated
when
he
started
from
the
inn
.
The
keeper
of
the
toll
-
gate
said
he
rode
at
a
hard
gallop
through
the
gate
;
and
my
shoe
was
picked
up
among
the
stones
,
so
that
the
case
was
quite
plain
to
them
,
and
I
was
cleared
of
all
blame
.
Everybody
pitied
Susan
