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He urged the pony furiously to the stream; then the beast planted his feet together, and with the impulse thus given Hope threw himself over the pony's head into the water, and had his arm round his child in a moment. He lashed out with the other hand across the stream.
It ruffled the muddy waters of the river, ran along the kennels of the Chinese quarter, drove the inhabitants of Paradise Street indoors and soused down over the Cantonment gardens, and battered on the travelling carriage of Craven Joicey, that came along the road, a waterproof over the pony's back and another covering the syce, and Joicey sat inside the small green box, holding the window-strings under his heavy arms.
She wrote "Happy" on one piece of paper an' "Hawkins" on the other, put her hat in the pony's mouth, she had taught him a lot o' tricks, an' I had to turn my back while she dropped in the names. My luck was good, so I drawed "Happy," an' the pony was called "Hawkins." I was feared I might have to go back to John, an' John's a sort of a heavy baggage for a careless cuss to be luggin' around.
So soon the life that was about me had made its impress, and already I desired intensely to comply with all of its demands. II. Early Hardships ONE of the earliest recollections of my adventurous childhood is the ride I had on a pony's side. I was passive in the whole matter.
The broncho was eager to obey directions, eager to do the bidding of the man he strangely loved. All of the first hard struggle was repeated and the current caught them as before. Again, as formerly, Van slipped off and swam by his pony's side.
There was one thing that troubled him the agility with which the she had clambered from her pony's back into the safety of the tree ABOVE her. That was more like mangani more like his lost Meriem. He sighed. His lost Meriem! His little, dead Meriem! He wondered if this she stranger resembled his Meriem in other ways. A great longing to see her overwhelmed him.
But she followed him down the pathway and smiled at him as he mounted, and even dared to rub the pony's nose, for she'd often been suffered to ride the creature herself. "If you won't give me the amber heart, Jimmy, I'll have you up for breach," she said.
For a long time these strange creatures haunted my dreams, and this gloomy period formed a somber background to the joyous Now, filled with sunshine and roses and echoing with the gentle beat of my pony's hoof.
The pony broke away and like a flash whirled around and disappeared once more into the jungle. Somewhat bewildered, Jack stood up and gazed around him. "What can this mean?" he asked himself. The next instant he saw the reason for the pony's extreme fright. A snake had appeared, coming rapidly over the rocks. It was ten or twelve feet long and as thick as a man's arm.
I then quietly rode forward to reconnoitre, and as the stockade timbers were set very close together, I had to crawl up to the loop-holes cut in the timber to see what was going on inside. Standing on the ground, and holding my pony's nose with my hand to keep him quiet, I stood on my tiptoes, and could see, through one of the loop-holes, a curious sight, but one natural enough on the frontier.
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