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I clas to the horse, held ht we should never reach the botto to pull me loose and whirl ht of water pressed like soan to coed I seeht pressing onused by so cork out of the bottle in which ere enclosed I began to be troubled for breath,The distance seemed interminable Then we popped up on the top of the river, and I filled with the blessed air to the very tips of ers

The horse blew the water out of his nostrils and doubled his long legs I thought he was going down again, and, seizing the top of the saddle horn, I loosed my feet in the stirrups If El Mahdi returned to the deeps of that river, he would go by hirey neck, sank until the water ca, graceful strokes of his iron legs as though it were the easiest thing in the world