The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-05
A MAD HORSE.
Wonderful story of an Escape in
Lucknow.
From the Youths Companion.

From the Youths Companion.
1t is exciting when the hunted tiger
turns ana charges the hunter, and he
realizes that unless his bullet proves to
be fatal he will be n dead man. But no
charge of tiger or of grizzly bear was
ever 80 exciting as the rush of a mad
horse upon an English army surgeon in
the streets of Lucknow. The surgeon.
DR.. Knighton was driving with a friend
in a sig to visit a palace. TO his aston
ishment the streets were deserted, save by
two or three persons, who were running
as If for their lives.
Suddenly an agonizing yell broke the
stiffness. As the gig spun around a cor
ner the mare stopped with an abruptness
that almost threw the two men into the
street. In the middle of the road was the
mangled body of a woman.
Steering the mare clear of the bloody
heap, the surgeon drove on, amazed to see
that every house appeared to be unin-
habited. Presently he spied a man stand
ing on a housetop, shading his eyes with
one hand and gazing intently up the street.
Pulling the mare up, the surgeon shouted
to him:
whats the matter?"
1.-THE man eater IS loose, Look out, sa-
hibs! He's mad to-day"
The surgeon had heard of a savage
horse, belonging to a trooper of the King
of Dude, and Of the nickname of "Kune-
wailah," or the man eater, given to him
because he had killed many men. As the
surgeon hesitated for a moment, the man
on the housetop shrieked:
He is coming! He is coming! Take
care sahibs take care"
Following the mans directing hand, the
surgeon saw far up the road a large bay
horse, shaking a white bundle in his
mouth. 1t was a native child the brute
had seized by its shirt. Catching sight
of the gig, the mad horse dropped the
child and furiously rushed toward 1t.
The terrified mare was almost unman-
ageable, but she was turned about-the
surgeon never could tell how-and went
tearing at a mad gallop down the road.
The iron boots of the man eater were
heard Gathering behind. The surgeon
looked over his shoulder. The glance
showed him that unless he would drive
into a yard not far Off, there was no
hope Of escaping the attack of the furious
animal. Its gates were ordinarily closed,
but streak of light shining between him
and them suggested that they might be
ajar.
They were, and the mares head almost
touched them as he stopped. Jumping
out, the surgeon flung himself against
both gates. They swung back. Catching
the mare by the bit he dragged the gig
into the yard. AS ne slammed the gates
back, and their heavy bolt dropped into
its socket, the man eater came laundering
up. With head ard cheeks covered with
blood, he glanced through the iron rail-
ing. Cooked ears, dstended nostrils and
glazing eyeballs showed the ferocity Of
the baffied monster. The mare shivered
as with a cold. though the sweat stream
ed off her coat
The man eater stood for several min
utcs glaring through the bars, and then
began to walk round and round the yard
to find an opening. At last satisfied that
he could not get in he turned, ratified
his iron heels against the bars and, with
his head and tail erect. galloped down
the road.