lost his head completely. I could not 

 keep away from his hoofs. He would 

 not let me keep in front, I dare not get 

 above for fear I should slip under his 

 feet, or below him for fear he should 

 slide upon me. I lost my balance 

 again while dodging away from him 

 as he plunged and balked, but man- 

 aged to grab his mane and we both 

 slid a horrible distance. I could hear 

 Nimrod shouting on the bank, but did 

 not seem to understand him. I had the 

 stage, centre front, and it was all I 

 could attend to. 



We were now opposite to Nimrod, 

 but only half way across. Such an 

 ominous rolling and tumbling of stones 

 and tons of earth sliding down over 

 the low precipice into the water! I 

 expected to be with it each instant. 

 Nimrod had started out after me. 



