The Lady Harriet, who remained at the hall, was a great invalid,
and never went out in the
carriage, and the Lady Anne preferred
riding on
horseback with her brother or cousins. She was
a perfect horsewoman, and as gay and gentle as she was beautiful.
She chose me for her horse, and named me "Black Auster".
I enjoyed these rides very much in the clear cold air, sometimes with Ginger,
sometimes with Lizzie. This Lizzie was a bright bay mare,
almost thoroughbred, and a great favorite with the gentlemen,
on
account of her fine action and
lively spirit; but Ginger,
who knew more of her than I did, told me she was rather
nervous.
There was a gentleman of the name of Blantyre staying at the hall;
he always rode Lizzie, and praised her so much that one day Lady Anne ordered
the side-
saddle to be put on her, and the other
saddle on me.
When we came to the door the gentleman seemed very uneasy.
"How is this?" he said. "Are you tired of your good Black Auster?"
"Oh, no, not at all," she replied, "but I am
amiable enough
to let you ride him for once, and I will try your
charming Lizzie.
You must
confess that in size and appearance she is far more like
a lady's horse than my own favorite."
"Do let me
advise you not to mount her," he said;
"she is a
charming creature, but she is too
nervous for a lady.
I assure you, she is not
perfectly safe; let me beg you
to have the
saddles changed."
"My dear cousin," said Lady Anne, laughing, "pray do not trouble
your good careful head about me. I have been a horsewoman
ever since I was a baby, and I have followed the hounds a great many times,
though I know you do not
approve of ladies hunting;
but still that is the fact, and I intend to try this Lizzie
that you gentlemen are all so fond of; so please help me to mount,
like a good friend as you are."
There was no more to be said; he placed her carefully on the
saddle,
looked to the bit and curb, gave the reins
gently into her hand,
and then mounted me. Just as we were moving off a
footman came out
with a slip of paper and message from the Lady Harriet.
"Would they ask this question for her at Dr. Ashley's, and bring the answer?"
The village was about a mile off, and the doctor's house was the last in it.
We went along gayly enough till we came to his gate. There was a short drive
up to the house between tall evergreens.
Blantyre alighted at the gate, and was going to open it for Lady Anne,
but she said, "I will wait for you here, and you can hang Auster's rein
on the gate."
He looked at her
doubtfully. "I will not be five minutes," he said.
"Oh, do not hurry yourself; Lizzie and I shall not run away from you."
He hung my rein on one of the iron spikes, and was soon
hiddenamong the trees. Lizzie was
standing quietly by the side of the road
a few paces off, with her back to me. My young
mistress was sitting easily
with a loose rein, humming a little song. I listened to my rider's footsteps
until they reached the house, and heard him knock at the door.
There was a
meadow on the opposite side of the road, the gate of which
stood open; just then some cart horses and several young colts
came trotting out in a very disorderly manner, while a boy behind
was cracking a great whip. The colts were wild and frolicsome,
and one of them bolted across the road and blundered up against
Lizzie's hind legs, and whether it was the
stupid colt,
or the loud cracking of the whip, or both together, I cannot say,
but she gave a
violent kick, and dashed off into a
headlong gallop.
It was so sudden that Lady Anne was nearly unseated,
but she soon recovered herself. I gave a loud,
shrill neigh for help;
again and again I neighed, pawing the ground impatiently,
and tossing my head to get the rein loose. I had not long to wait.
Blantyre came
running to the gate; he looked
anxiously about,
and just caught sight of the flying figure, now far away on the road.
In an
instant he
sprang to the
saddle. I needed no whip, no spur,
for I was as eager as my rider; he saw it, and giving me a free rein,
and leaning a little forward, we dashed after them.
For about a mile and a half the road ran straight,
and then bent to the right, after which it divided into two roads.
Long before we came to the bend she was out of sight.
Which way had she turned? A woman was
standing at her garden gate,
shading her eyes with her hand, and looking
eagerly up the road.
Scarcely
drawing the rein, Blantyre shouted, "Which way?"
"To the right!" cried the woman, pointing with her hand, and away we went
up the
right-hand road; then for a moment we caught sight of her;
another bend and she was
hidden again. Several times we caught glimpses,
and then lost them. We scarcely seemed to gain ground upon them at all.
An old road-mender was
standing near a heap of stones, his
shovel dropped
and his hands raised. As we came near he made a sign to speak.
Blantyre drew the rein a little. "To the common, to the common, sir;