400 TOM. 



out of harm's way, he ran up the bank and from the 

 crest of the hill saw what happened at the bend of 

 the road. When he saw me put on the brake and 

 strike Tom he said that he was sure I was a madman, 

 and he could not understand it until I told him of the 

 trade in Toledo. 



He said that when I struck the horse he made an 

 effort to brace himself and stop. With his haunches 

 well under him he slid to the bend of the turn, the 

 mare all of the while doing her utmost to pull him 

 along. Her struggles swung Tom around, and as 

 the wagon followed them, it tipped over. The mare 

 was thrown, while Tom was flung clear and clean 

 over the top of her. When he struck, his back was 

 broken, and death soon put him out of misery. He 

 was buried under a big maple tree near the brow of 

 the hill- The mare escaped with a few scratches, but 

 the wagon and harness presented a very battered 

 appearance. This man also said that as soon as I 

 struck Tom and the jolt came through him trying to 

 balk, I went over the dashboard and was picked up for 

 dead. Fortunately it did not prove as bad as that. 

 A few days later I visited Tom's grave on the hillside 

 and clipped a lock of hair from his tail. I had it made 

 into a watch guard, which I have worn from that day 

 to this. 



