Poor Pete Was Terribly Frightened, And
Floundered About Until He Nearly Buried Himself In Snow As He Tried To
Find Something Solid Upon Which To Put His Feet.
I was just back of Faye when he went down, but the next instant I had
retreated to the top of the hill, and had to use all the strength in
my arms to avoid being brought back to the post.
When Bettie saw Pete
go down, she whirled like a flash and with two or three bounds was on
top of the hill again. She was awfully frightened and stood close to
Bryant's horse, trembling all over. Poor Bryant did not know what to
do or which one to assist, so I told him to go down and get the
lieutenant up on the bank and I would follow. Just how Faye got out of
his difficulty I did not see, for I was too busy attending to my own
affairs. Bettie acted as though she was bewitched, and go down to the
bridge she would not. Finally, when I was about tired out, Faye said
we must not waste more time there and that I had better ride Pete.
So I dismounted and the saddles were changed, and then there was more
trouble. Pete had never been ridden by a woman before, and thinking,
perhaps, that his sudden one-sidedness was a part of the bridge
performance, at once protested by jumps and lunges, but he soon
quieted down and we started on again.
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