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had lost all traces of his route, and was for some
time even uncertain whether heproceeded in
the proper direction. To add to his miseries,
the rain began to fall heavily. He now con-
templated the uncertamty of his situation :
‘ Here am I,’ said he to himself, ‘far from any
house, in the midst of a dreary waste, and I know
not. which way to direct my course. I have heard
much of the memory of the horse, and now is
the time to try it; it is my only hope.’ He
threw the reins on the horse’s neck, and, encou-
raging him to proceed, soon found himself safe
at the gate of his friend. It must be remarked,
that the horse could not possibly have been that
road with the exception of the time before-
mentioned, at two years distance, as no person
ever rode him but his master.”

“That was very sagacious, Uncle Thomas.”

‘“A short time ago, Boys, I told you about
a horse which used to escape from its stable at
night to steal corn. Here is one of more
open robbery. His owner was probably some