Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 843 pages of information about Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest.

Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 843 pages of information about Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest.
I had stopped short on hearing the crash, for I was half stunned; but I now hurried forward, and in a moment stood upon the plain.  Here I was instantly aware of the cause of the crash and the smoke.  One of those balls, generally called fireballs, had fallen from the clouds, and was burning on the plain at a short distance; and the voice which I had heard, and the plunging, were as easily accounted for.  Near the left-hand corner of the grove which surrounded the dingle, and about ten yards from the fireball, I perceived a chaise, with a postilion on the box, who was making efforts, apparently useless, to control his horses, which were kicking and plunging in the highest degree of excitement.  I instantly ran towards the chaise, in order to offer what help was in my power.  ‘Help me,’ said the poor fellow, as I drew nigh; but before I could reach the horses, they had turned rapidly round, one of the fore-wheels flew from its axle-tree, the chaise was overset, and the postilion flung violently from his seat upon the field.  The horses now became more furious than before, kicking desperately, and endeavouring to disengage themselves from the fallen chaise.  As I was hesitating whether to run to the assistance of the postilion or endeavour to disengage the animals, I heard the voice of Belle exclaiming, ’See to the horses, I will look after the man.’  She had, it seems, been alarmed by the crash which accompanied the firebolt, and had hurried up to learn the cause.  I forthwith seized the horses by the heads, and used all the means I possessed to soothe and pacify them, employing every gentle modulation of which my voice was capable.  Belle, in the meantime, had raised up the man, who was much stunned by his fall; but, presently recovering his recollection to a certain degree, he came limping to me, holding his hand to his right thigh.  ’The first thing that must now be done,’ said I, ’is to free these horses from the traces; can you undertake to do so?’ ’ I think I can,’ said the man, looking at me somewhat stupidly.  ‘I will help,’ said Belle, and without loss of time laid hold of one of the traces.  The man, after a short pause, also set to work, and in a few minutes the horses were extricated.  ‘Now,’ said I to the man, ‘what is next to be done?’ ‘I don’t know,’ said he; ’indeed, I scarcely know anything; I have been so frightened by this horrible storm, and so shaken by my fall.’  ‘I think,’ said I, ’that the storm is passing away, so cast your fears away too; and as for your fall, you must bear it as lightly as you can.  I will tie the horses amongst those trees, and then we will all betake us to the hollow below.’  ’And what’s to become of my chaise?’ said the postilion, looking ruefully on the fallen vehicle.  ‘Let us leave the chaise for the present,’ said I; ’we can be of no use to it.’  ’I don’t like to leave my chaise lying on the ground in this weather,’ said the man; ’I love my chaise, and him whom it belongs to.’  ‘You are quite right
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