Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-12-03
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he had torn away the whole back skirt of my gown.
AS he spoke he turned and gave confederation to
his story by the hanging ruins of his long trailing
garment
In what shape then did Satan appear?" the
Abbot demanded.
"As great yellow horse, holy father monster
horse, with eyes of fire and the teeth of griffin.
"A yellow horsel" The sacrist glared at the
scared monk You foolish brother! how will you
behave when you have indeed to face the King of
Terrors himself if you can be so frightened by the
sight of yellow horse? 1t is the horse of Franklin
Awkward, my father which has been distraned by
us because he owes the Abbey fifty good shfings
and can never hope to pay it. Such horse, they
say, is not to be found betwixt this and the King
stables at Windsor, for his sire a Spanish
destrier and his dam Arab mare of the very breed
which Saladn, whose soul now Teeks in Hell, kept
for his use and it has been said under the
shelter of his own tent. took him in discharge
of the debt, and 1 ordered the varets who had
battered him to leave him alone in the water
meadow for have heard that the beast has indeed
a most evil spirit, and has killed more men than
one"
1T was an i'll day for Waverley that you brought
such monster within its bounds" said the Abbot.
If the subprior and Brother John be indeed dead,
then it would seem that if the horse be not the
Devil he is at least the Devils instrument"
Horse or Devil holy father, l heard him shout
with joy as he trampled upon Brother John, and
had you him tossing the subprior dog
shakes a rat you would perchance have felt even
as l did,
Come them cried the Abbot, ''let us see with
our own eyes what evil has been done
And the three monks hurried down the stair which
led to the coisters.
They had no sooner descended; however than
their pressing fears were set at rest, for at
that very moment, limping, disheveled and mud
stained, the two sufferers were being led in amid
a crowd of sympathizing brethren. Shouts and
cries from outside showed, however, that some
further drama in progress, and both Abbot
and sacrist fastened onward as fast the dignity
of their office would permit, until they had passed
the gates and gained the wall of the meadow
Looking over it, remarkable sight presented itself
to their eyes.
Fetlock deep in the lush grass there stood
magnificent horse such horse a sculptor or
soldier might thrill to see. His color was light
chestnut, with name and tail of more tawny tint
Seventeen hands high, with barrel and launches
which bespoke tremendous strength, he fined down
to the most delicate lines of dainty breed in neck
and crest and shoulder He was indeed a glorious
sight he stood there his beautiful body leaning
back from his widespread and propped fore legs
his head craned high, his erect his
bristing his red nostrils opening and shutting with
wrath, and his flashing eyes turning from side to
side in naughty and defiance.
Scattered round in a respectful circle, six of the
Abbey lay servants and foresters, each holding
halter, creeping toward him. Every now
and then, with beautiful toss and swerve and
plunge the great creature would turn upon one of
his woud-be captors, and with outstretched head
flying name and flashing teeth, would chase him
screaming to the safety of the WALL while the others
would close swiftly in behind and cast their ropes
in the hope of catching neck leg but only their
turn to be chased to the nearest refuge
Had two of these ropes settled upon the horse and