She Replied That She
Would Just Have One Little Gallop - A Mile Or So - And Then Come Back.
Her Sister, Still Anxious, Followed Her Out Of The Gate And Said She
Would Wait There For Her Return.
Half a mile or so from the gate the
horse, a high-spirited animal, took fright at something and bolted with
its rider.
The sister waiting and looking out saw them coming, the
horse at a furious pace, the rider clinging for dear life to the pummel
of the saddle. It flashed on her mind that unless the horse could be
stopped before he came crashing through the gate her sister would be
killed, and running out to a distance of thirty yards from the gate she
jumped at the horse's head as it came rushing by and succeeded in
grasping the reins, and holding fast to them she was dragged to within
two or three yards of the gate, when the horse was brought to a
standstill, whereupon her grasp relaxed and she fell to the ground in a
dead faint.
She had done a marvellous thing - almost incredible. I have had horses
bolt with me and have seen horses bolt with others many times; and
every person who has seen such a thing and who knows a horse - its power
and the blind mad terror it is seized with on occasions - will agree
with me that it is only at the risk of his life that even a strong and
agile man can attempt to stop a bolting horse.
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