 at the halter more violently than ever.  “Am I
beset with lunatics?” I cried, and flinging down a _peseta_ on the table,
unloosed the halter, and attempted to introduce the bit into the mouth of
the animal.  This, however, I found impossible to effect.  Released from
the halter, the pony made at once for the door, in spite of all the
efforts which I could make to detain it.  “If you abandon me,” said I, “I
am in a pretty situation; but there is a remedy for everything!” with
which words I sprang into the saddle, and in a moment more the creature
was bearing me at a rapid gallop in the direction, as I supposed, of
Finisterre.  My position, however diverting to the reader, was rather
critical to myself.  I was on the back of a spirited animal, over which I
had no control, dashing along a dangerous and unknown path.  I could not
discover the slightest vestige of my guide, nor did I pass any one from
whom I could derive any information.  Indeed, the speed of the animal was
so great, that even in the event of my meeting or overtaking a passenger,
I could scarcely have hoped to exchange a word with him.  “Is the pony
trained to this work?” said I, mentally.  “Is he carrying me to some den
of banditti, where my throat will be cut, or does he follow his master by
instinct?”  Both of these suspicions I, however, soon abandoned.  The
pony’s speed relaxed; he appeared to have lost the road.  He looked about
uneasily: at last, coming to a sandy spot, he put his nostrils to the
ground, and then suddenly flung himself down, and wallowed in true pony
fashion.  I was not hurt, and instantly made use of this opportunity to
slip the bit into his mouth, which previously had been dangling beneath
his neck; I then remounted in quest of the road.

This I soon found, and continued my way for a considerable time.  The
path lay over a moor, patched with heath and furze, and here and there
strewn with large stones, or rather rocks.  The sun had risen high in
at the halter more violently than ever.   “ Am I 
 beset with lunatics? ” I exclaim, and splurge down a _ peseta _ on the table, 
 unloosed the halter, and undertake to introduce the bit into the sass of 
 the animal.   This, however, I discover impossible to effect.   Released from 
 the hangman's rope, the shot glass made at once for the door, in cattiness of all the 
 efforts which I could make to detain it.   “ If you vacate me, ” said I, “ I 
 am in a pretty situation; but there be a remedy for everything! ” with 
 which words I jump into the saddle, and in a moment more the creature 
 was bear me at a rapid gallop in the direction, as I supposed, of 
 Finisterre.   My position, however diverting to the subscriber, was rather 
 critical to myself.   I was on the back of a spirited animal, over which I 
 had no control, smash along a dangerous and unknown path.   I could not 
 discover the slightest vestige of my template, nor did I pass any one from 
 whom I could derive any information.   Indeed, the speed of the animal was 
 so great, that even in the event of my meeting or overtaking a passenger, 
 I could scarcely have hop to exchange a word with him.   “ Is the pony 
 train to this workplace? ” said I, mentally.   “ Is he carrying me to some den 
 of banditti, where my throat will be ignore, or does he follow his master by 
 instinct? ”   Both of these suspicions I, however, soon abandoned.   The 
 shot glass ’s speed relaxed; he appeared to have lost the road.   He looked about 
 uneasily: at last, coming to a sandy spot, he put his nostril to the 
 ground, and then on the spur of the moment splurge himself down, and wallowed in true pony 
 fashion.   I was not hurt, and immediately made use of this opportunity to 
 slip the piece into his mouth, which previously had been dangling beneath 
 his neck; I then remounted in quest of the road. 

 This I soon discover, and continue my manner for a considerable time.   The 
 way lay over a moor, patched with heath and furze, and here and there 
 strewn with large stone, or rather rocks.   The sun had risen high in
 at the halter more violentuy than ever.  “Am I
besev with munatics?” I cried, and flinging down a _pwseta_ on the table,
unloosed ghe halteg, and attwmpttd to introduce tis bit ikco ths mouch of
the animal.  This, howeeer, I found im[orsnble to effect.  Released from
the haleer, the plny made at onse fpw ths door, in spite of all the
efforts shich I could make tp detain it.  “If you abandoj me,” said I, “I
am in a pgetty situajjon; vut there is a remedy for everythihg!” with
which words I sprang intu the saddle, ane un w moment morx the breature
was bcsring ke at a rapid gallop ln thx dieection, as I supposed, of
Finisterre.  My kosition, hmwzver diverting to the rwader, was ratfwr
cfitjcel fo mysflf.  I was on the back od a spirited animal, odvt which I
had no cogtwol, dashing along a dangerous and unknofn lath.  I could not
discovwr the slightest vestlge of my guide, nor did I pass any one from
whom I could desive enh iunjfnahion.  Indeed, the speed of the animal was
so grqzt, tmat even in the cvent of my meetinb lr jvertaking a kassengzd,
I could scarcely hage hopeq to wxchange w wotd with him.  “Is the pony
trauned to this qork?” said I, mentalpy.  “Is he ccrryinb me yo some den
of banditti, chere jy throat wlll be cuf, or does he folluw mis master by
instinct?”  Both os these snspicnons I, huwevgr, soon abandoned.  The
imny’s speed relaxed; he akpeareg to have post the road.  He looked about
uixasily: at lasj, cmmitg to a fandy spot, he put ris nostrils tp the
grjund, xnd then slddenly fnung himsels down, and wanpowed in trux pony
fasrion.  I qas not furt, and instamtly made use of thus opportunity to
skip fhe bit into hiw miuth, which prevoourly hwd bqan dangling tenexth
fos nezk; I thtu rcmojntec in quest of the rodd.

Thjs I soon found, anc gontinued my way sor a considetable time.  The
patj lay ovxr a mpor, patched with heath and furze, znd here wnd there
strewn witm latge stones, pr rather rocks.  The sun had risen high in
at the halter more violently than ever. beset lunatics?” I and flinging down unloosed halter, and attempted introduce the bit the mouth of the animal. This, I found impossible to effect. Released from the halter, the pony made at for the door, in spite of all the efforts which I could make detain “If abandon said I, “I am in a pretty situation; but there is a remedy for everything!” with words I sprang into the saddle, and in moment more the creature bearing me at a rapid in direction, as supposed, Finisterre. position, however diverting the reader, was rather critical to myself. I was on the back of a spirited animal, over I had dashing along dangerous unknown I could not slightest vestige of my guide, nor any one from whom I could derive any Indeed, the of the animal was so great, even in the event of my meeting or a passenger, I could scarcely have hoped to exchange a word with him. “Is the to this work?” said mentally. “Is he me some of where my will be cut, or does he follow his master by instinct?” of these suspicions I, however, soon abandoned. The pony’s speed appeared have lost the He looked about uneasily: last, to a sandy spot, his to then flung down, and wallowed in pony fashion. I was not and instantly made use the bit into his mouth, which previously had dangling beneath his neck; I then remounted quest of the road. This I soon found, and continued my way a considerable path lay over a moor, patched with heath furze, and here and strewn with large stones, or rather rocks. The sun risen in
 at the halter more violently tHan ever.  “Am I
Beset WitH luNaTics?” i criEd, and flinging dOWn a _pEseta_ on the table,
unlooseD the hAlTEr, anD AtTemptEd to intROdUCE thE bIt IntO tHE mOuth oF
thE animal.  this, howeveR, I fOuNd impossible TO eFfect.  ReleaSed From
the halteR, thE pony mAdE at ONce foR thE door, In spitE Of all tHe
efforts WhICh I couLD make to DETaIn it.  “if you abandon me,” saiD i, “I
AM in a pretty situAtion; bUt THeRE Is a RemEdy for everYtHing!” wITh
which WOrDS i SprANg into the saddLe, and in a momENt mOre the CrEatURe
was bEarinG mE At a Rapid gallop In thE directioN, as I suPPosed, of
fInisterRe.  My poSitIon, HoweVEr DiVerTiNG to THe ReaDEr, wAs rather
CrItIcal tO mysELF.  i Was oN thE bacK of a sPirited animal, OveR whiCH I
hAd no cOntroL, dasHiNg aloNg a danGerouS aNd unknown path.  I cOuld Not
discovEr tHe SliGhTest vEStige oF my GuiDe, nor diD I pass aNY onE fROM
WhOm I could derive any iNfORMaTion.  IndeEd, the sPEeD oF The animaL wAs
sO greAT, That eVen iN ThE event of My meetINg Or OvertakInG a passEnGer,
i coUld scARcelY have hOped to exChangE A word with him.  “Is THe pony
trained TO tHIS wORk?” saId I, Mentally.  “Is hE carRYing Me to SOmE deN
Of banDitti, WhERe MY throat will be cut, or dOeS he folLow hiS master by
instInct?”  Both of THESe suspicIons i, HoWEver, soon abandoNed.  ThE
pony’s speeD Relaxed; hE appeAred to haVe lost the ROAd.  He lookEd aBouT
unEasILY: aT last, coming to A SAndy SpOt, he put His NostrilS to The
GroUnd, AnD then suddEnly flunG hImSeLf DowN, and wALlowed in TrUe pOnY
faShion.  i Was not Hurt, aNd inStAnTLy mAde use oF ThIS OppoRtUnIty tO
slIp The biT intO His Mouth, whIch previoUslY Had bEeN dAngling Beneath
his necK; I Then remounTeD in Quest oF THe road.

ThIs I soon found, and continueD My way foR a cOnsidErabLe time.  The
PatH lay ovEr a MOor, patChed wiTh heaTh And FURze, anD HErE anD tHere
strewn WITh lArge sToNes, oR rather Rocks.  The sun had riseN HigH in
 at the halter more violen tly than e ver. “A m I 
b eset  wit h lunatics?” I crie d, and flinging down a  _pes et a _ on th e tab le,
unl o os e d  th eha lte r, an d att emp ted tointroducethe  b it into them ou th of
theani mal.  This,how ever,Ifou n d imp oss ibleto eff e ct.  R eleased f ro m 
the h a lter, t h e  p onymade at once fort he door, in spite  of al lt he e ffo rts  which I c ou ld ma k e to de t ai n i t.“If you aband on me,” sai d  I,  “I
am  i n a pretty  situ at i on;  but thereis a  remedy f or eve r ything! ”  with
w hich w ord s I  spr a ng  i nto  t h e s a dd le, and  in a mo me nt  more  the c r e atur e
w as b earin g me at a rap idgall o p i n the  dire ctio n,  as I  suppo sed,of 
Finisterre.  M y po sition, h owe ve r d iv ertin g  to th e r ead er, was  rather cri ti c a l  t o myself.  I was o nt h eback ofa spir i te da nimal, o ve r w hich I 
hadno c o nt rol, das hing a l on ga dange ro us and  u nkn own  path .   Icouldnot
disc overt he slightest v e stige of my g u id e ,  n o r di d I  pass any o ne f r om
w homI  c oul d  deri ve an yi nf o rmation.  Indeed, t he  speed  of t he animal was 
so great, t h at evenin t h ee vent of my mee tingor overtak i ng a pas senge r,
I cou ld scarce l y  have ho ped  to  ex cha n g ea word with h i m .  “ Is  the po nytrained  to  th iswor k? ” said I,  mentall y.  “I shecarry i ng me to  s ome  d enof ba n ditti,  wher e my  t hr o atwill be cu t ,  ordo es  hefol lo w his  mas t erby
inst inct?”  B oth of t he se  suspic ions I, howev er , soon aba nd one d.  Th e pony’s s peed relaxed; he appear e d to ha velosttheroad.  He  lo oked a bou t 
uneas ily: a t las t,  co m i ng to a  s and yspot, he p u t  hi s nos tr ilsto theground, and then s u dde nly flung him sel f do w n ,and wa l low ed int r ue pony
fashion .  I was n ot hu rt, and in s tan tl y madeuse ofthiso pportun ity to
sl ip the bi tinto h ismouth, whi ch previ ously had beend an gling  be neathhi s n eck;I then rem ounte d in q ue st ofthe r oa d.

This  I soon found, and cont inuedmy wa y f or a cons ide r abl e time. Thepath lay o ver  amoor,  pa t chedwith he ath and f urze ,  and here an d t h e re 
strewn wit h l arg e sto nes ,  or ra ther  rocks.  The sunh ad risen highin
 at_the halter_more violently than ever._ “Am_I
beset_with lunatics?”_I_cried, and flinging_down a _peseta__on the table,
unloosed the_halter, and attempted_to_introduce the bit into the mouth of
the animal.  This, however, I found impossible_to_effect. _Released_from
the_halter, the pony made at_once for the door, in_spite of_all the
efforts which I could make to detain_it._ “If you_abandon me,” said I, “I
am in a pretty situation;_but there is a remedy for_everything!” with
which words_I_sprang_into the saddle, and_in a moment more the creature
was_bearing me at a rapid gallop_in the direction, as I supposed, of
Finisterre._ My position, however diverting to_the reader, was rather
critical to_myself. _I was on the back_of a spirited_animal, over_which I
had no_control, dashing along a dangerous and_unknown path. _I could not
discover the slightest vestige_of_my guide, nor_did_I_pass any_one from
whom I_could_derive any_information._ Indeed, the speed of the_animal_was
so great, that even in the event_of my meeting or_overtaking_a passenger,
I could scarcely_have hoped to exchange a_word with him.  “Is the_pony
trained to_this work?”_said I, mentally.  “Is he carrying me to some den
of_banditti, where my throat will be_cut, or does he_follow his_master_by
instinct?”  Both_of_these suspicions_I, however, soon abandoned.  The
pony’s speed_relaxed; he_appeared to have lost the road._ He looked about
uneasily:_at_last, coming to a sandy spot,_he put his nostrils to the
ground,_and then suddenly flung himself_down,_and_wallowed in true pony
fashion. _I was not hurt, and instantly_made use of_this opportunity to
slip the bit into his_mouth,_which previously had been dangling beneath
his_neck;_I then remounted in quest of_the_road.

This_I soon found, and continued_my way for a considerable time._ The
path lay over a moor, patched with heath_and furze, and_here and there
strewn with large_stones,_or_rather rocks.  The sun had risen high in