The Story of My Childhood
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nearly alongside, every horse upon the "dead run."
We must have presented a striking miniature picture of the veritable "Three Furies" on a rampage. A country road and no one passing. Martha and myself each rushing directly past our own homes unobserved in the storm, till at length we rounded the curve that brought the flying horse in sight of his own stable. They had sighted the coming cavalcade. The gates were thrown wide open, and a man stationed on either side to catch both horse and rider when they should enter.
Seeing the worn-out girl once safely in her father's arms, we turned away, with an entirely new chapter added to our very limited stock of equestrian knowledge. We were all alive and
