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came to the surface, and, striking out vigor- 

 ously, gained the opposite bank in safety. But 

 now, great was his dismay on looking round, to 

 find that Nunky was nowhere to be seen ; not a 

 wave nor a gurgle indicated his whereabouts 

 below ; and, for some seconds, Taylor felt assured 

 the horse had been stunned, and had gone down 

 like a stone to the bottom. 



Happily he was wrong ; as the hoofs first, 

 and then the legs of the animal, gradually 

 appeared above water ; and then, as the body 

 grounded about twenty yards below on the 

 gravelly ford, which Taylor had failed to hit, he 

 discovered that his horse's fore-legs had been 

 caught by the reins, and that every time he 

 struck out he jerked his own head under water. 



To plunge again into the whirling stream, to 

 unclasp his knife, cut the reins, and take a pull 

 at Nunky's head, was the work of a second, 

 when the brave beast jumped on his legs, and 

 after a few sobs to clear out his pipes, Taylor 

 vaulted into the saddle and dashed off in 

 pursuit of the hounds. 



A fever he had caught at Eton had utterly 

 destroyed the hair of his head, and consequently 

 he always wore a sandy-coloured wig, made by 

 that eminent artist, Mr. Piper, of Exeter. His wig 

 and hat, however, were carried to sea, while he 

 was discovered scudding away under bare poles, 



"Taking hedg-es for billows and mountains for seas;" 



