Another instance of great danger I will relate. One summer’s morning, being ordered to fetch the cows from the meadow, amongst them being a furious bull, I found on my arrival that one of the cows had calved during the night, close to which the dangerous male had taken up a position. I hastened home with the rest, and told the master what I had seen. It was considered that if I had attempted to drive him he might have killed me. The master directed me to take the barrow, and he would go with me to the meadow, and take with him a hay-fork. We went and found them as I have stated, and no sooner had I placed the barrow near the bull than the infuriated creature at once drove at me, and knocked me down, but the master beat him off, and I was thus preserved from further danger at that time, and escaped unharmed. At another time, later on, the same beast attacked me in the cow-yard, drove me against the faggots, and had got me completely in his power. My peril was witnessed by Josh Miles, who was thrashing in a barn. He came with his flail—a very formidable instrument—and the beast fled immediately, and leaped over a high gate like a hunting horse, and then looked about him for the next point of attack. These, then, are some of the deliverances extended unto me by the great and unceasing favour of my God, for the which I desire to be devoutly thankful. I am unable to enumerate all the dangers from which I have been providentially delivered. That same horse which ran away with me kicked me afterwards in the side, but my hand caught the blow, and thus warded off serious injury. I was accustomed to have one-footed kicks from the cows, but found the horse struck out with more effect. Another peril was: As myself and one of my young masters (Suffolk) were scarifying a pea-stubble field we had two horses at length, and took turns, one to ride on the scarifier, and the other to drive the horses. We were going on very cheerful and comfortable, when, suddenly, something distasted the fore horse, and it came round to where I was sitting, and was entangled among the counters with the horse’s feet. In the fright and the danger we had some little difficulty to extricate the poor horse, but we did accomplish it. I escaped with a few slight scratches on my hands and legs, and what was better the horse was not much hurt, so that ultimately we were able to accomplish our work, and to give an account of our mishap to the master, without incurring much blame. Here, again, I feel good cause for thankfulness that I was so mercifully preserved, so that— “I muse on the years that are past, Wherein my defence Thou hast proved, Nor wilt Thou relinquish at last A sinner so signally lov’d.”—TOPLADY.