“The rope was soon useless; and now necessity became the mother of
invention. I slipped the remnant of the halter from his head, jumped
into my wagon, and drove on. This movement seemed quite satisfactory
to the hitherto disobliged animal; and from his future conduct, it was
evident he had obtained his wishes. Immediately he came to the side of
the vehicle;――afterwards he chose ‘Bay,’ for a time, as his companion;
and thus, side by side, and cheek-by-jowl, with either drudge or
master, he jogged on for an hour or two. Finally, however, he fell back
to the rear of the wagon, and, singular as it may appear, he kept this
spot to the end of his journey, with, perhaps, a single exception,
which I shall by-and-by mention; excepting, also, that occasionally he
turned upon the road-side, while ascending a hill, to crop a tuft of
green grass. At such times, if for a moment he forgot his master till
he had disappeared, in a few minutes more his shrill voice was heard,
and he recovered his post behind, with all expedition.
“On the morning of the second day, we left Newburgh, and crossing
the Hudson at Poughkeepsie, directed our course to Litchfield, in
Connecticut. I had not travelled fast, however, and it was quite dusk,
when I arrived at the foot of Mount Tom, within eight or ten miles of
the end of my journey for the day. I had observed a few heavy clouds in
the west, and now these were approaching and increasing with so great
rapidity, that I had scarce a hope of escaping the impending storm.
I was entirely unacquainted with the road over the mountain, but it
was a long distance to any shelter which I had passed. I determined,
therefore, to push forward.
“Had ‘Bay’ possessed my fears, I should have had some hope of escaping
from the storm; but he was, of the two, the greater philosopher. The
distant thunder had no terrors for him; besides, it was an up-hill
journey, and this, instead of increasing his energy, seemed to be a
good reason for abating his exertions. Consequently, before we had
gained half the distance to the summit of the mountain, darkness was
upon us; ominous drops of rain were beginning to fall, and the thunder
was rolling overhead.
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