220) SIXTEENTH EVENING,

it is to make a pressure between the wounded place
and the heart, in order to intercept the course of the
blood towards it. Well, this poor man bled profusely,
and the people about him, both men and women, were
so stupified with fright, that some ran one way, sme
another, and some stood stock still. In short, he
would have soon bled to death, had not a brisk, stout-
hearted wench, who came up, slipped off her garter,
and bound it tight above the wound, by which means
the bleeding was stopped till proper help could be
procured.

HH. What a clever girl! But how did she know
what to do?

Mrs. F. She had, perhaps, heard it, as you have
now ; and so probably had some of the others, but they
had not presence of mind enough to put it into prac-
tice. It is a much greater trial of courage, however,
when the danger presses upon ourselves as well as
others. Suppose a furious bull were to come upon
you in the midst of a field. You could not possibly
escape him by running, and attempting it would destroy
your only chance of safety.

FE. What would that be P |

Mrs. F. I have a story for that, too. The mother
of that Mr, Day who wrote Sandford and Alerton, was
distinguished, as he also was, for courage and presence
of mind. When a young woman, she was one day
walking m the fields with a companion, when they
perceived a bull coming to them, roaring, and tossing
about his horns in the most tremendous manner.

E. O, how I should have screamed!

Mrs. F. I dare say you would; and so did her com-
panion. But she bade her walk away behind her, as
gently as she could, whilst she herself stopped short,
and faced the bull, eyeing him with a determined
countenance. The bull, when he had come near,
stopped also, pawing the ground and roaring. lew
animals will attack a man who steadily waits for them.
In a while, she drew back some steps, still facing