“I verily believe it is Jemmy,” said he.

As the wagon approached the place where Jemmy was sitting, they found that he was bending down over his foot, and moaning with, pain.  Beechnut asked him what was the matter.  He said that he had sprained his foot dreadfully.  Beechnut stopped the horse, and giving the reins to Phonny, he got out to see.  Phonny immediately gave them to Malleville, and followed.

“Are you much hurt?” asked Beechnut.

“Oh, yes,” said Jemmy, moaning and groaning; “oh dear me!”

Beechnut then went back to the horse, and taking him by the bridle, he led him a little way out of the road, toward a small tree, where he thought he would stand, and then taking Malleville out, so that she might not be in any danger if the horse should chance to start, he went back to Jemmy.

“You see,” said Jemmy, “I was going to mill, and I was riding along here, and the horse pranced about and threw me off and sprained my foot.  Oh dear me! what shall I do?”

“Where is the horse?” asked Beechnut.

“There he is,” said Jemmy, “somewhere out there.  He has gone along the road.  And the bags have fallen off too.  Oh dear me!”

Phonny ran out into the road, and looked forward.  He could see the horse standing by the side of the road at some distance, quietly eating the grass.  A little this side of the place where the horse stood, the bags were lying upon the ground, not very far from each other.

The story which Jemmy told was not strictly true.  He was one of the boys of the village, and was of a wild and reckless character.  This was, however, partly his father’s fault, who never gave him any kind and friendly instruction, and always treated him with a great degree of sternness and severity.

A circus company had visited Franconia a few weeks before the time of this accident, and Jemmy had peeped through the cracks of the fence that formed their enclosure, and had seen the performers ride around the ring, standing upon the backs of the horses.  He was immediately inspired with the ambition to imitate this feat, and the next time that he mounted his father’s horse, he made the attempt to perform it.  His father, when he found it out, was very angry with him, and sternly forbade him ever to do such a thing again.  He declared positively that if he did, he would whip him to death, as he said.  Jemmy was silent, but he secretly resolved that he would ride standing again, the very first opportunity.

Accordingly, when his father put the two bags of grain upon the horse, and ordered Jemmy to go to mill with them, Jemmy thought that the opportunity had come.  He had observed that the circus riders, instead of a saddle, used upon the backs of their horses a sort of flat pad, which afforded a much more convenient footing than any saddle; and as to standing on the naked back of a horse, it was manifestly impossible for any body but a rope-dancer.  When, however, Jemmy saw his father placing the bags of grain upon the horse, he perceived at once that a good broad and level surface was produced by them, which was much more extended and level, even than the pads of the circus-riders.  He instantly resolved, that the moment that he got completely away from the village, he would mount upon the bags and ride standing—­and ride so, too, just as long as he pleased.