were necessary to guide that horse and protect my life, which would be endangered the moment I again mounted my horse.  Ordinarily I would have gone away and left the horse to care for itself, but I remembered the character of the horse, and with a drunken maniac’s perversity of feeling I would not abandon it.  I designed getting only so drunk, and then I would show the folks what a young man could really do.  On leaving the saloon I returned to the jug, which contained the mixture described, and which would have called up apparitions on the blasted heath that would have not only startled the ambitious thane, but frightened the witches themselves out of their senses.

I took one full drink—­what is called in the vernacular of the bar room a “square” drink—­from the jug, and that, uniting with the saloon slop, made me a howling maniac.  I have forgotten to mention that I got a quart of as raw and mean whisky in the saloon as was ever sold for the sum which I gave for it—­fifty cents.  It was about nine o’clock at night when I bethought me of the horse which I had sworn to ride home that evening.  I untied the beast with some difficulty, and led him to a mounting block.  I got on the block, and, after putting my foot securely in the stirrup, fell into the saddle, I was too drunk to think further, and so permitted the horse to take whatever course suited it best.  It took the road toward home, but not as quietly as a butterfly would have started.  He flew with furious speed, onward through the night, bearing me as if I had only been a feather.  I did not, for I could not, attempt to control him.  It was a race with death, and the chances were in death’s favor long before we reached the home stretch.  Possibly I might have ridden safely home had the road been a straight one, but it was not, and, on making a short turn, I was thrown from the saddle, but my feet were securely fastened in the stirrups, and so I was dragged onward by the animal, which did not pause in its mad career, but rather sped forward more wildly than ever.  I was dragged thus over a quarter of a mile, and would undoubtedly have been killed had not one and then the other stirrup broken.  I lay with my feet in the detached stirrups until near morning, wholly unconscious and dead, I presume, to all appearances.  It was quite a while after I came to my senses before I could realize what had happened, who, and what, and where I was, and then my knowledge was too vague to enable me to determine anything definitely.  I crawled to a house which was near by, fortunately, and remained there during the morning.  I was badly, but not dangerously, injured.  The skin was torn from one side of my face, and three of my fingers were disjointed.  I was bruised all over, and cut slightly in several places.  How I escaped death is a miracle, but escape it I did.  The horse went on home and was found early in the morning, with the stirrup leathers dangling from the saddle.  When the family saw