The Best American Humorous Short Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 365 pages of information about The Best American Humorous Short Stories.

The Best American Humorous Short Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 365 pages of information about The Best American Humorous Short Stories.

“You’ll upset!” he cried, and not thinking of what he was about, he laid hold of his friend’s arm.  The horse, startled by this sudden jerk upon his bit, which, combined with the thundering of the train, which was now on the bridge, made him think that something extraordinary was about to happen, gave a sudden and forcible start backward, so that not only the hind wheels of the light wagon, but the fore wheels and his own hind legs went into the water.  As the bank at this spot sloped steeply, the wagon continued to go backward, despite the efforts of the agitated horse to find a footing on the crumbling edge of the bank.

“Whoa!” cried Mr. Buller.

“Get up!” exclaimed Mr. Podington, applying his whip upon the plunging beast.

But exclamations and castigations had no effect upon the horse.  The original bed of the stream ran close to the road, and the bank was so steep and the earth so soft that it was impossible for the horse to advance or even maintain his footing.  Back, back he went, until the whole equipage was in the water and the wagon was afloat.

This vehicle was a road wagon, without a top, and the joints of its box-body were tight enough to prevent the water from immediately entering it; so, somewhat deeply sunken, it rested upon the water.  There was a current in this part of the pond and it turned the wagon downstream.  The horse was now entirely immersed in the water, with the exception of his head and the upper part of his neck, and, unable to reach the bottom with his feet, he made vigorous efforts to swim.

Mr. Podington, the reins and whip in his hands, sat horrified and pale; the accident was so sudden, he was so startled and so frightened that, for a moment, he could not speak a word.  Mr. Buller, on the other hand, was now lively and alert.  The wagon had no sooner floated away from the shore than he felt himself at home.  He was upon his favorite element; water had no fears for him.  He saw that his friend was nearly frightened out of his wits, and that, figuratively speaking, he must step to the helm and take charge of the vessel.  He stood up and gazed about him.

“Put her across stream!” he shouted; “she can’t make headway against this current.  Head her to that clump of trees on the other side; the bank is lower there, and we can beach her.  Move a little the other way, we must trim boat.  Now then, pull on your starboard rein.”

Podington obeyed, and the horse slightly changed his direction.

“You see,” said Buller, “it won’t do to sail straight across, because the current would carry us down and land us below that spot.”

Mr. Podington said not a word; he expected every moment to see the horse sink into a watery grave.

“It isn’t so bad after all, is it, Podington?  If we had a rudder and a bit of a sail it would be a great help to the horse.  This wagon is not a bad boat.”

The despairing Podington looked at his feet.  “It’s coming in,” he said in a husky voice.  “Thomas, the water is over my shoes!”

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