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As
this
horse
approached
,
and
as
I
watched
for
it
to
appear
through
the
dusk
,
I
remembered
certain
of
Bessie
's
tales
,
wherein
figured
a
North-of-England
spirit
called
a
"
Gytrash
,
"
which
,
in
the
form
of
horse
,
mule
,
or
large
dog
,
haunted
solitary
ways
,
and
sometimes
came
upon
belated
travellers
,
as
this
horse
was
now
coming
upon
me
.
It
was
very
near
,
but
not
yet
in
sight
;
when
,
in
addition
to
the
tramp
,
tramp
,
I
heard
a
rush
under
the
hedge
,
and
close
down
by
the
hazel
stems
glided
a
great
dog
,
whose
black
and
white
colour
made
him
a
distinct
object
against
the
trees
.
It
was
exactly
one
form
of
Bessie
's
Gytrash
--
a
lion-like
creature
with
long
hair
and
a
huge
head
:
it
passed
me
,
however
,
quietly
enough
;
not
staying
to
look
up
,
with
strange
pretercanine
eyes
,
in
my
face
,
as
I
half
expected
it
would
.
The
horse
followed
,
--
a
tall
steed
,
and
on
its
back
a
rider
.
The
man
,
the
human
being
,
broke
the
spell
at
once
.
Nothing
ever
rode
the
Gytrash
:
it
was
always
alone
;
and
goblins
,
to
my
notions
,
though
they
might
tenant
the
dumb
carcasses
of
beasts
,
could
scarce
covet
shelter
in
the
commonplace
human
form
.
No
Gytrash
was
this
,
--
only
a
traveller
taking
the
short
cut
to
Millcote
.
He
passed
,
and
I
went
on
;
a
few
steps
,
and
I
turned
:
a
sliding
sound
and
an
exclamation
of
"
What
the
deuce
is
to
do
now
?
"
and
a
clattering
tumble
,
arrested
my
attention
.
Man
and
horse
were
down
;
they
had
slipped
on
the
sheet
of
ice
which
glazed
the
causeway
.
The
dog
came
bounding
back
,
and
seeing
his
master
in
a
predicament
,
and
hearing
the
horse
groan
,
barked
till
the
evening
hills
echoed
the
sound
,
which
was
deep
in
proportion
to
his
magnitude
.
He
snuffed
round
the
prostrate
group
,
and
then
he
ran
up
to
me
;
it
was
all
he
could
do
,
--
there
was
no
other
help
at
hand
to
summon
.
I
obeyed
him
,
and
walked
down
to
the
traveller
,
by
this
time
struggling
himself
free
of
his
steed
.
His
efforts
were
so
vigorous
,
I
thought
he
could
not
be
much
hurt
;
but
I
asked
him
the
question
--
"
Are
you
injured
,
sir
?
"
I
think
he
was
swearing
,
but
am
not
certain
;
however
,
he
was
pronouncing
some
formula
which
prevented
him
from
replying
to
me
directly
.
"
Can
I
do
anything
?
"
I
asked
again
.
"
You
must
just
stand
on
one
side
,
"
he
answered
as
he
rose
,
first
to
his
knees
,
and
then
to
his
feet
.
I
did
;
whereupon
began
a
heaving
,
stamping
,
clattering
process
,
accompanied
by
a
barking
and
baying
which
removed
me
effectually
some
yards
'
distance
;
but
I
would
not
be
driven
quite
away
till
I
saw
the
event
.
This
was
finally
fortunate
;
the
horse
was
re-established
,
and
the
dog
was
silenced
with
a
"
Down
,
Pilot
!
"
The
traveller
now
,
stooping
,
felt
his
foot
and
leg
,
as
if
trying
whether
they
were
sound
;
apparently
something
ailed
them
,
for
he
halted
to
the
stile
whence
I
had
just
risen
,
and
sat
down
.
I
was
in
the
mood
for
being
useful
,
or
at
least
officious
,
I
think
,
for
I
now
drew
near
him
again
.
"
If
you
are
hurt
,
and
want
help
,
sir
,
I
can
fetch
some
one
either
from
Thornfield
Hall
or
from
Hay
.
"
"
Thank
you
:
I
shall
do
:
I
have
no
broken
bones
,
--
only
a
sprain
;
"
and
again
he
stood
up
and
tried
his
foot
,
but
the
result
extorted
an
involuntary
"
Ugh
!
"
