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‘The bridge is broken in the middle, and part of it is

          carried away; if you come on you’ll be into the river.’             You must have seen the
                                                                              horse cart of medieval times
          ‘Thank God!’ said my master. ‘You Beauty!’ said John,               in movies or books.
                                                                                                        Let’s connect
          and took the bridle and gently turned me round to                   What does it look like? Do you
          the right-hand road by the river side. The sun had set              find any similarities or differences
                                                                              between that horse cart and the
          some time; the wind seemed to have lulled off after that            one shown in this story?
          furious blast which tore up the tree. It grew darker and
          darker, stiller and stiller. I trotted quietly along, the wheels hardly making a sound on the

          soft road. For a good while neither master nor John spoke, and then master began in a
          serious voice. I could not understand much of what they said, but I found they thought,
          if I had gone on as the master wanted me, most likely the bridge would have given way
          under us, and horse, chaise, master, and man would have fallen into the river; and as the
          current was flowing very strongly, and there was no light and no help at hand, it was more
          than likely we should all have been drowned. Master said, God had given men reason,

          by which they could find out things for themselves; but he had given animals knowledge
          which did not depend on reason, and which was much more prompt and perfect in its
          way, and by which they had often saved the lives of men. John had many stories to tell of
          dogs and horses, and the wonderful things they had done; he thought people did not value
          their animals half enough nor make friends of them as they ought to do. I am sure he

          makes friends of them if ever a man did.

          At last, we came to the park gates and found the gardener looking out for us. He said that
          mistress had been in a dreadful way ever since dark, fearing some accident had happened
          and that she had sent James off on Justice, the roan cob,
          toward the wooden
          bridge to make

          inquiry after us.










           bridle: a set of leather straps
           that are put around a horse’s
           head to allow its rider to
           control it
           lulled: calmed
           chaise: a carriage
           dreadful: causing fear, shock,
           or suffering
           roan cob: a stocky short-legged
           riding horse with a brownish
           coat thickly sprinkled with
           white or grey

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