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everything as it came. In we went, both 

 together, he getting to the other side with 

 a frantic struggle ; Faraway, mad with being 

 thus checked, rolled, plunged, and kicked, 

 so that I could not recover the reins after 

 I had got on to my feet. After a minute's 

 delay, that seemed an eternity, we bucketed 

 up the hill, while below us were others in 

 the bog, looking in vain for a crossing. 

 When I reached the sky-line, nothing could 

 I see or hear. One moment of agonising 

 anxiety, and I caught a glimpse of my 

 brother's hat, bobbing up as he rose a distant 

 hill. As hard as I could take my horse, I 

 made for this ever-blessed top-hat, and came 

 up with him near the Piggeries, as he rode 

 at the tail of the now almost silent pack, 

 streaming in a file along the moor road. 



