I Saw D.'s Great Horse Carried Off His Legs, My Mare, Too, Was Swimming, And Shortly Afterwards, Between Swimming, Struggling, And Floundering, We Reached What Had Been The Junction Of The Two Rivers, Where There Was Foothold, And The Water Was Only Up To The Seat Of The Saddles.

Remember, we were both sitting nearly up to our waists in water, and it was only by screaming that our voices were heard above the din, and to return or go on seemed equally perilous.

Under these critical circumstances the following colloquy took place, on my side, with teeth chattering, and on hers, with a sudden forgetfulness of English produced by her first sense of the imminent danger we were in.

Self. - "My mare is so tired, and so heavily weighted, we shall be drowned, or I shall."

Deborah (with more reason on her side). - "But can't go back, we no stay here, water higher all minutes, spur horse, think we come through."

Self. - "But if we go on there is broader, deeper water between us and the shore; your husband would not like you to run such a risk."

Deborah. - "Think we get through, if horses give out, we let go; I swim and save you."

Even under these circumstances a gleam of the ludicrous shot through me at the idea of this small fragile being bearing up my weight among the breakers. I attempted to shift my saddle-bags upon her powerful horse, but being full of water and under water, the attempt failed, and as we spoke both our horses were carried off their vantage ground into deep water.

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