Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1892-03-18
A M~AN-KILL,No HORSE.
An Adventure xsar Lucknow Which Might
HIVE Had q fatal Ending.

An Adventure Near Lucknow Which Might
Have Had q fatal Ending.
One morning I was driving with q
friend of mine in a little open gig
from the River Goomtee to one of the
Kings palaces in Lucknow. TO our
profound astonishmcnt VIC found the
streets of Lucknow Il empty as If
pc%stilence had swept them. 1t sud-
denly broke on me that this solitude
must be some dreadful nightmare; it
seemed uncanny 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 Il housetop. 1t was n
of the Kings troopers. His hand was
up shading his eyes and the fellow
was gazing intently up the street.
.Vhat Is the matter??" l shouted
up to him. pulling up the mare again.
The trooper dropped his head,
looked down on us. and said:
1.-THE man-eatcr is loose, 'Wal!ah"
| Look out, sahibs; he is quite wild to-
day."
had heard of a savage horse be-
longing to one of the troopers, and OF
his nickname of ..kunewallah," or
the man-eater, which had been given
to him because he had destroyed many
men. So 1 hesltated 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:
she is coming! He is comingi
Take care, sahibs-take care!!'
His voice rose to a shrill scream.
Following his gaze 1 saw far up the
road this wild brute of a large bay
horse savagcly shaking a white bundle
in his mouth. The bundle was an
unhappy native child that he had
seized by the shirt, and the beast was
evidently coming our way. In an
other moment he caught sight of the
carriage, dropped the child in the
dust, and rushed forward furiously to
attack us. I cannot tell how l turned
the gig, for the mare was nearly un-
manageable with terror.
But l must have got her round in
less time than it takes to write this
sentence: and an instant after we
were tearing at Il mad gallop back
along the road. We could hear the
iron hoofs of the man-catcr clatter-
ing over the road between the lines
of silent houses as he pursued us at
break-ncck speed. / flung n look
over my shoulder, measuring the dis
lance. There was no hope for us eX-
aept to make straight for Il sort of
yard a short way ahead of us. Ordi-
narily this was closed with strong
gates, but | saw IL streak of light be-
tween them sufficiently broad to make
me believe that in this instance they
stood ajar and that the bolts were
not up.
Providehtially. this wa the case.
We drove up to the inclosure, where
l leaned out of the gig and flung my
self against the gate. 1t fell back.
/ caught my mare by the bit and
dragged iny friend into safety. The
doors slammed to behind the gig and
shut with q crash asa heavy iron bolt
fell into its socket. We were just in
time.
AS the bolt fell in the m%an-cater
came Numbering up, his head and
checks covered with blood. his jaws
streaming with the recent slaughter
of his victims. He stood looking saw
agely through the rails, with cooked
ears. distcnded nostrils. and glaring
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 man-cater glared for some time
through the bars, then began to walk
round and round to try to find an
opening. But it was all hard iron
railing. Satisfied that he was batlled,
he turned round. ratified his iron heels
against. the bars and, with head and
tail erect and cooked ears, galloped
off down the road. = New. York
Ledger.