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As he flattened himself in breathless waiting for a shot which might follow, a clatter began at his very ears, some animal bounded over him with a glancing cut of its hoof, and galloped toward the trench below St. John's gate. He heard another exclamation, this rapid traveler had probably startled another sentinel. The man who had challenged him laughed softly in the darkness.
The Indian's manitou might be, indeed always was, some wild animal, or some part of a beast or bird such as a bear's claw, a buffalo's hoof, or a dog's tooth.
And then, as all went merry and well with me on my celestial quest, the tip of my wand missed a star, and on the instant I knew I had been guilty of a great crime. And on the instant a knock, vast and compulsive, inexorable and mandatory as the stamp of the iron hoof of doom, smote me and reverberated across the universe. The whole sidereal system coruscated, reeled and fell in flame.
I drove our horse myself; and mine he was, in fact, every hoof, vehicle and farming utensil on the Nest farm, being as much my property, under the old laws, as the hat on my head.
Kit spun round again almost on one hoof, all but unseating Wilbur. But even in that brief moment there had been a change, and the boy felt it. The steers were nervous, and, worst of all, he knew that Kit could realize that he himself was frightened. When a horse feels that the rider is frightened, anything is apt to happen. Wilbur's judgment was not gone, but he was ready to yell.
Places were named on the top of giant trees, or in flowers. At length it was told to choose a place itself, and it did so. At first it dwelt in the white rose of the mountains; but there it was so buried that it could not be seen. It went to the prairie; but it feared the hoof of the buffalo.
Jack Frost turned to Marmaduke. "Where would you like to go most?" Marmaduke didn't need to think, he had his answer all ready. "I'd like to visit the Old Man-in-the Moon." "It's a bit of a drive," replied Jack, "but Old Yellow Horns and Prancing Hoof are fast goers. Gee-up! Gee-up!" he shouted at them, touching their flanks with the icicle whip.
No red stains which might be blood. Nothing.... No. In a patch of soft earth between two stones there was a hoofprint. It was not a footprint. A hoof had made it, but not a horse's hoof, nor a burro's. It wasn't a mountain sheep track. It was not the track of any animal known on earth. But it was here.
I asked, crossing over to him on the spongy floor of hoof parings and steel filings. "Does it, Jim?" He caught me by the shoulders, in his old, rough way, and looked into my face. Then he smiled sadly and shook his head. "No, George, no! You're different: you always were different; you are the same straight, honest George Brammerton to me; still the same."
Jeb, out early to seek for stray cattle, saw the fresh slide and gazed wonderingly at it. Then he spied the nose and hoof of a burro protruding from the shale. He rushed to the barn where he had left Mr. Brewster, and in a short time master and man had the tools and "cradle" back at the spot, and Noddy was soon unearthed.
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