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"
Having
no
fear
that
they
would
fall
apart
,
I
tied
a
piece
of
string
to
the
buckle
of
the
band
;
and
hung
both
hat
and
head
over
the
horn
of
the
saddle
.
"
This
completed
my
preparations
for
the
journey
.
"
I
mounted
the
horse
of
the
murdered
man
;
and
,
calling
upon
my
own
to
follow
me
--
he
was
accustomed
to
do
so
without
leading
--
I
started
to
ride
back
to
the
settlement
.
"
In
less
than
five
minutes
after
,
I
was
knocked
out
of
my
saddle
--
and
my
senses
at
the
same
time
.
"
But
for
that
circumstance
I
should
not
be
standing
here
,
--
at
all
events
,
not
in
the
unpleasant
position
I
now
hold
.
"
"
Knocked
out
of
your
saddle
!
"
exclaims
the
judge
.
"
How
was
that
?
"
"
A
simple
accident
;
or
rather
was
it
due
to
my
own
carelessness
.
On
mounting
the
strange
horse
I
neglected
to
take
hold
of
the
bridle
.
Accustomed
to
guide
my
own
--
often
with
only
my
voice
and
knees
--
I
had
grown
regardless
of
the
reins
.
I
did
not
anticipate
an
occurrence
of
the
kind
that
followed
.
"
The
horse
I
was
on
,
had
only
stopped
three
lengths
of
itself
,
from
the
place
where
I
had
bestridden
him
,
when
something
caused
him
to
shy
to
one
side
,
and
break
into
a
gallop
.
"
I
need
not
say
something
;
for
I
knew
what
it
was
.
He
had
looked
round
,
and
seen
the
other
coming
on
behind
,
with
that
strange
shape
upon
his
back
,
that
now
in
the
broad
light
of
day
was
enough
to
frighten
horse
or
man
.
