The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-03-26
A NAVIGATING HORSE.
An Adventure Near Lucknow Which
Might Have Had Fatal Ending.

An Adventure n ear Lucknow Which
Might Fave Had Fatal Ending.
From the NetD York Ledger.
One morning was driving with a friend
of mine in little open gig from the River
Goomtee to one Of the kings palaces in
Lucknow. To our profound establishment
we found the streets of Lucknow as empty
as if pestilence had swept them. 1t sud
denly broke on me that this solitude must
be some dreadful nightmare; it seemed I'M
canny to find no single soul in the street
that always before had been full Of hustle
and motion.
looked up to the deserted houses to right
and left of us as we passed, and presently
spied a solitary figure standing on a house
top. 1t was one of the kings troopers. His
hand was up shading his eyes and the fellow
was gazing intently up the street.
What is the matter" shouted up to
him, pulling up the mare again.
The trooper dropped his hand, looked
down on us, and said:
"The man-eater is loose, Wallahr Look
out, sahibs; he is quite wild to-day"
l had heard of a savage horse belonging
to one of the troopers, and of his nickname
of "Kunewallah," or the man-eater, which
bad been given to him because he had de-
strOyed many men. So l hesitated for a
moment, and was about to ask the man on
the housetop which direction the beast had
taken when the fellow suddenly started and
yelled down to us:
HE is coming He is coming Take
care, sahibs-take carem
His voice rose to a shrill scream. Follow
ing his gaze l saw far up the road this wild
brute of a large bay horse savagely shaking
white bundle in his mouth. The bundle
n nnhaDTxy no child hat he ho "A
seized by the shirt, and the beast was evil
IDENTITY coming our way. In another mos
ment he caught sight of the carriage,
dropped the child IN the dust, and rushed
forward furiously to attack us. 1 cannot
tell how l turned the gig, for the mare was
nearly unmanageable with terror.
But / must have got her round in less
time than it takes to write this sentence,
and an instant after we were tearing at a
mad gallop back along the road. We could
hear the iron hoofs of the man-eater clat-
tering over the road between the lines of
silent houses as he pursued us at break-neck
speed. | flung one look over my shoulder,
measuring the distance There was no hope
for us except t. make straight for a sort of
yard short way ahead of us. Ordinarily
this was closed with strong gates, but | saw
a streak of light between them sufficiently
broad to make me believe that in this in
stance they stood agar, and tnat the bolts
were not UP.
Providentially, this was the case. We
drove up to the Enclosure, where leaned
out of the gig and flung myself against the
gate. 1t fell back. l caught my mare by
the bit and dragged my friend into safety.
The doors slammed to behind the gig and
shut with a crash as heavy iron bolt fell
into its socket. We were just in time.
As the bolt fell In the man-eater came
laundering up, his head aud cheeks covered
with blood, his jaws streaming with the
recent slaughter of his victims. He stood
looking sayagely through the rails, with
cooked ears, distended nostrils and glazing
eyeballs--a Notwithstanding monster. Our
mare was trembling from head to foot as if
shivering with cold, though the sweat was
really streaming off her coat.
The mau-eater glared for some time
through the bars. then began to walk round
and round to find an opening. But it was
all hard iron railing. Satisfied that he was
baffied, he turned around, rafting his iron
heels against the bars, and, with head and
tail erect and cooked ears, galloped off down
the road,