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I yanked and tugged at the bit. It 
was as a wisp of hay in his mouth. I 
might as well have been a monkey or a 
straw woman bobbing up and down on 
his back. Pound, pound, thump, thump, 
gaily sped on the Great Goer. There 
were dim shouts far behind me for a 
while, then no more. The _ roadside 
whipped by, two long streaks of green. 
We whizzed across the railroad track 
in front of the day express, accom- 
panied by the engine’s frantic shriek of 
“down brakes.” If a shoe had caught 
in the track —ah! TI lost my hat, my 
gold hatpin, every hairpin, and brown 
locks flew out two feet behind. 
Away went my watch, then the all in 
two pockets, knife, purse, match-box— 
surely this trail was an improvement on 
Tom Thumb’s bread crumbs. One 
foot was out of the stirrup. I wrapped 
the reins around the pommel and clung 
