THE HUNTER. 65

of a horse, which I bought of my cousin
Fowler, of the Grange, because it is memorable.
I was passing over a bridge, not far from Cole-
brook, which had no barrier on the one side,
and a hole in the bridge not far from the middle!
My horse, though lusty, yet being very timorous,
and seeing besides but very little in the right
eye, started so much at the hole, that, upon a
sudden, he had put half his body lengthwise
over the side of the bridge, and was ready to
fall into the river with his fore-feet and hinder-
foot on the right side, when I, foreseeing the
danger I was in if I fell down, clapped my left
foot, together with the stirrup and spur, flat-
length the left side, and so made him leap upon
all-fours into the river, where, after some three
or four plunges, he brought me to land.’ ”

‘These were very fortunate escapes, indeed,
Uncle Thomas.”

“T have now pretty well exhausted my
stories about the hunter, Harry, and must stop
for the present; but I must not forget the one

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