paws, braced, bent those mighty shoul- 

 ders, and, spite of shortening breath, 

 leaned back on those two ropes as 

 Samson did on pillars of the house 

 of Baal, and straining horses with 

 their riders were dragged forward 

 more and more, long grooves being 

 plowed behind; dragging them, he 

 backed faster and faster still. His 

 eyes were starting, his tongue loll- 

 ing out. 



"Keep on! hold tight!" was the 

 cry, till the ropers swung together, the 

 better to resist; and Monarch, big and 

 strong with frenzied hate, seeing now 

 his turn, sprang forward like a shot. 

 The horses leaped and escaped 

 almost ; the last was one small inch too 

 slow. The awful paw with jags of 

 steel just grazed his flank. How slight 

 it sounds! But what it really means 

 is better not writ down. 



