THE ROBBERS OF THE FALLS 



pitch, where there was a sharp turn in the road, the 

 horse and buggy disappeared and all was still. 



My state of mind may be imagined as I hurried after 

 the flying apparition. Rather singularly, the first 

 thought that came to me was that after working nearly 

 all day for those hawk pictures, they were all smashed 

 to pieces. But I passed the plates and camera where 

 they had fallen and rushed on to see what had become 

 of the horse. When I came to the pitch and bend in 

 the road I saw the sight of a lifetime. There was the 

 overturned buggy and a capsized horse entangled in 

 the harness, helpless from lying with her legs uphill. 

 These members were feebly waving in the air, as though 

 set on a derelict for signals of distress. 



A man in the field below had seen the final catas- 

 trophe and hurried to the rescue. Together we man- 

 aged to unhitch the "fool" animal and drag away the 

 buggy with its two dished wheels. But the horse could 

 not get up, though I could see no injury save a slight 

 cut on one leg. I suggested that it only needed to turn 

 turtle and roll down hill, but, as it would not do this, 

 we must do the little trick for it ourselves. It seemed 

 rather ungracious to ask the farmer to take the business 

 end of the animal, so I had him grasp the front legs, 

 while I gingerly laid hold of the " kickers," and we bent 

 our backs. Presto! The horse rolled over and then 

 struggled to its feet, where it stood taking in the situa- 

 tion. Then its head drooped. Was it going to die.^ 

 It was a young and valuable horse which I had recently 



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