Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Nature -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction
At the end of the third day, when the sun was setting, and all the
horses were scattered about in the valley, quietly grazing, something
disturbed them. It might have been a sight or sound of some feared
object, or perhaps the wind had brought the smell of their enemies and
hunters from a great distance to their nostrils. Suddenly they were all
in a wild commotion, galloping from all sides toward their leader, and
he, picking Martin up, was quickly on a horse, and off they went full
speed, but not towards the plain where they were accustomed to go for
their runs. Now they fled in the opposite direction down to the river:
into it they went, into that wide, deep, dangerous current, leaping from
the bank, each horse, as he fell into the water with a tremendous
splash, disappearing from sight; but in another moment the head and
upper part of the neck was seen to rise above the surface, until the
whole lot were in, and appeared to Martin like a troop of horses' heads
swimming without bodies over the river. He, clinging to the neck and
beard of the wild man, had the upper half of his body out of the cold,
rushing water, and in this way they all got safely across and up the
opposite bank. No sooner were they out, than, without even pausing to
shake the water from their skins, they set off at full speed across the
valley towards the distant hills. Now on this side, at a distance of a
mile or so from the river, there were vast reed-beds standing on low
land, dried to a hard crust by the summer heat, and right into the reeds
the horses rushed and struggled to force their way through. The reeds
were dead and dry, so tall that they rose high above the horses' heads,
and growing so close together that it was hard to struggle through them.
Then when they were in the midst of this difficult place, the dry crust
that covered the low ground began to yield to the heavy hoofs, and the
horses, sinking to their knees, were thrown down and plunged about in
the most desperate way, and in the midst of this confusion Martin was
struck and thrown from his place, falling amongst the reeds. Luckily he
was not trampled upon, but he was left behind, and then what a dreadful
situation was his, when the whole troop had at last succeeded in
fighting their way through, and had gone away leaving him in that dark,
solitary place! He listened until the sound of heavy hoofs and the long
cries of the man had died away in the distance; then the silence and
darkness terrified him, and he struggled to get out, but the reeds grew
so close together that before he had pushed a dozen yards through them
he sank down, unable to do more.
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