58 The N. S. Bicycle.

and round and round went his poor, unwilling,
little legs, while his heart beat “thump, thump,”
in his terror. By the post-office, by the station he
shot, and on and on, far, far away from his home !
The town was left behind, and now he found him-
self on a quiet country road. He tried again and
again to make the bicycle go more slowly, but
no, it absolutely refused to obey him. Gordon,
who had only ridden the ordinary bicycles before,
did not know what to do to force this dreadful
treature to do his bidding. To his delight, he now
saw before him a very high, steep hill.

“Ha, ha, Mr. Bicycle,” said he, “your run will
tome to an end here, I fancy.”

But when they reached the hill, if you will be-
lieve me, the bicycle did not even seem to see that
there was a hill there, for he ran right up the steep
incline, as if it were the most level bicycle track in

the world.
. ‘Oh dear, oh dear,” said Gordon, ‘will nothing
stop it, and must I go on forever? Why, it may
run on for years, and till I am an old, old man, and
how strange it will look to see a white-haired man