er to offer
what help was in my power. "Help me," said the poor fellow, as I drew
nigh; but before I could reach the horses, they had turned rapidly round,
one of the fore-wheels flew from its axle-tree, the chaise was overset,
and the postillion flung violently from his seat upon the field. The
horses now became more furious than before, kicking desperately, and
endeavouring to disengage themselves from the fallen chaise. As I was
hesitating whether to run to the assistance of the postillion, or
endeavour to disengage the animals, I heard the voice of Belle
exclaiming, "See to the horses, I will look after the man." She had, it
seems, been alarmed by the crash which accompanied the fire-bolt, and had
hurried up to learn the cause. I forthwith seized the horses by the
heads, and used all the means I possessed to soothe and pacify them,
employing every gentle modulation of which my voice was capable. Belle,
in the meantime, had raised up the man, who was much stunned by his fall;
but presently recovering his recollection to a certain degree, he came
limping to me holding his hand to his right thigh. "The first thing that
must now be done," said I, "is to free these horses from the traces; can
you undertake to do so?" "I think I can," said the man, looking at me
somewhat stupidly. "I will help," said Belle, and without loss of time
laid hold of one of the traces. The man, after a short pause, also set
to work, and in a few minutes the horses were extricated. "Now," said I
to the man, "what is next to be done?" "I don't know," said he; "indeed,
I scarcely know anything; I have been so frightened by this horrible
storm, and so shaken by my fall." "I think," said I, "that the storm is
passing away, so cast your fears away too; and as for your fall, you must
bear it as lightly as you can. I will tie the horses amongst those
trees, and then we will all betake us to the hollow below." "And what's
to become of my chaise?" said the postillion, looking ruefully on the
fallen vehicle. "Let us leave the chaise for the present," said I; "we
can be of no use to it." "I don't like to leave my chaise lying on the
ground in this weather," said the man, "I love my chaise, and him whom it
belongs to." "You are quite right to be fond of yourself," said I, "on
which account I advise you to seek shelter from the rain as soon as
possible." "I was not talking of myself," said the man, "but my master,
to whom the chaise belongs.