FIRST DAYS IN HANTS AND BERKS. 45 



yard, while the man stood holding the pail and 

 looking after us helplessly. Happily my brother 

 saw what had happened, and, snatching the bucket, 

 came quietly after us down the road, calling the 

 horse by name. At last to my great relief Tom 

 turned and went back for his gruel, when he 

 was speedily secured, but the sensation of being 

 carried off by a bridleless animal was by no means 

 pleasant. 



It was past eight o'clock that night when we 

 reached home, and we had started at nine in the 

 morning and ridden the whole way. 



