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The Autobiography Of A Horse, With Fifty Illustrations.

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CHAPTER XII.
A STORMY DAY.
One day late in the autumn my master had long a jour­ney to go on business. I was put inta the dog-cart, and John went with his master. I always liked to go in the dog-cart, it was so light, and the high wheels ran along so pleasantly. There had been a great deal of rain, and now the wind was very high and blew the- dry leaves across the road in a shower. We went along merrily till we came to the toll-bar and the low wooden bridge. The river banks were rather high, and the bridge, instead of rising, went across just level, so that in the middle, if the river was full, the water would be nearly up to the wood-work and planks; but as there were good substantial rails on each side, people did not mind it.
The man at the gate said the river was rising fast, and he feared it would be a bad night. Many of the meadows were under water, and in one low part of the road the water was half way up to my knees ; the bottom was good, and master drove gently, so it was no matter.
When we got to jhe town, of course I had a good bait, but as the master's business engaged him a long time, we did not start for home till rather late in the afternoon. The wind was then much higher, and I heard the master say to John he had never been out in such a storm ; and so I thought, as we went along the skirts cf a wood, where the great branches were swaying about like twigs, and the rushing sound was terrible.
" I wish we were well out of this wood," said my master.
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