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All my feelings of kindly consideration towards the brute were gone. I should not have minded now if I had sent her into fits.

But she bore up under it. Nay, she did more. She lowered her head, slung up her tail stiff at right angles to her back, and, roaring, made towards me.

Then I lost all faith in the power of the human eye, and tried the power of the human leg; and reached the other side of the fence with the sixteenth of a second to spare.

No; it is not well to rule oneself by theories. We think, when we are very young, that theories, or "philosophies" as we term them, are guiding lights, held out by Wisdom over the pathway of life; we learn, as we grow older, that, too often, they are mere will-o'-