Down North and Up Along 
He pawed about with his front feet until he 
got them over the side and in the boat, and 
repeated the operation with his hind ones 
until he was all in. Could he have known the 
feelings with which we regarded him upon that 
occasion, he would have been a proud and 
happy horse. 
As it was, he was no sooner in than he wished 
himself out again, and it became necessary 
for one of us to stand on a seat and keep 
him from walking overboard, while Torquil 
and his daughter pushed the boat from shore 
and turned it toward the other side of the 
harbour. 
The baby was stowed for safe-keeping under 
the seat in the bow, whence it peered out curi- 
ous but silent — as became a Scotch baby. 
The little boy pulled at his father's oar until 
his face was crimson, and the strong-armed 
daughter kept stroke with her father. Thus 
we passed the perils of the sea. 
As soon as the boat grated on the pebbles 
of the opposite shore, Dan scrambled over- 
board and Torquil harnessed him to the waggon. 
We paid the ferryman his fee and watched the 
clumsy craft go back across the mouth of the 
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