New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-12-03

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castle tower of Midhurst rose over the
coppice in front, that at last the eager
outstretched neck sank a little on the 4
breast, and the breath came quick and
fast. Look where he would in woodland !
and on down. his straining eyes could
catch no sign of those plains of freedom
which he sought.
And vet another outrage! 1t was bad
that this creature should still cling so
tight upon his back, but now he would
even 90 to the intolerable length OF
checking him and guiding him on the
way that he would have him 60 There
was a sharp pluck at his mouth, and his
head was turned north once more. As
well go that way as another; but the man
was mad indeed if he thought that such 4
a horse as Pommers was at the end OF 4
his spirit or his strength. He would soon L
show him that he was unconquered, II 4
it strained his sinews or broke his heart /
to do so. Back then he flew up the long, 4
long ascent. Would he ever get to the end 4
of it? Yet he would not own that he
could go no farther while the man still 4
kept his grip He was white with foam
and caked with mud. His eyes were
gorged with blood, his mouth open and :.
gasping, his nostrils expanded, his coat I
stark and rocking. On he flew down 4
the long Sunday Hill until he reached .
the deep Kingsley Marsh at the bottom.
No, it was too muchl Flesh and blood .
could go no farther. As he struggled .
out from the reedy slime with the heavy 4
black mud still clinging to his fetlocks, he
at last eased down with sobbing breath I.
and slowed the tumultuous gallop to a /
canteT.
Oh, browning infamyI Was there no
limit to these degradationss He was no
longer even to choose his. own pace. i
Since he had chosen to gallop so far at .
his own will he must now gallop farther 4
still at the will of another. a spur 4
struck home on either flank. a singing i
whip-lash fell across his shoulder. He /
bounded his own height in the air at the /
pain and the shame of it. Then, for
getting his weary limbs, forgetting his 7
painting, reeking sides, forgetting every (
thing save this intolerable insult and the .
burning spirit within, he plunged off once
more upon his furious gallOp. He was
out on the heather slopes again and
heading for Weydown Common On he
flew and on But again his brain failed
him and again his limbs trernbled be
meath him, and yet again he strove to
ease his pace, only to be driven onward
by the cruel spur and the falling lash
He was blind and giddy with fatigue.
He saw no longer where he placed his
feet, he cared no longer whittier he went,
but his one mad longing was to get away
from this dreadful thing, this torture
which chung to him and would not let
him go. Through Thursley village he
passed, his eyes strain1ng in his agony,
his heart bursting within him, and he had
won his way to the crest of Thursley
Down, still stung forward by stab and
blow, when his spirit weakened, his giant
strength ebbed out of him, and with one
deep sob of agony the yellow horse sank
among the heather. So sudden was the
fall that Nigel flew forward over his
shoulder, and beast and man lay PROSTATE
and gasping whilst the last red rim of the
sun sank behind Butser and the first stars
cleaned in a violet sky.
The young Squire was the first to-
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