to throw him off. The man was my Uncle Reuben, and he was
nearly dead from fear.
I took him off the horse, put him on mine and led him to my
home. He fell asleep as we went, and slept until we arrived. When
we got home, he shook the water off his clothes and then went
to sleep again. When he woke up, my mother and Annie fed him
until he could eat nothing more, and they asked him many
questions about his terrible adventure.
My uncle told us that the Doones had robbed him and taken
his horse. Then they had tied him to the wild horse, saying, 'We
want to have some fun.' For two or three hours they had chased
the horse through the mist and laughed at his screams. Then they
had become hungry and left him.
In the evening, Farmer Snowe, the head man of the village,
came to visit us with his three daughters. Uncle Reuben sat