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Never had the dull round of the lives of the gentle brethren of Waverley been broken by so fiery a scene Springing to right and swooping to left, noith its tangled wicked head betwixt its forefeet, and noing eight feet high in the air, with scarlet, furious nostrils andof terror and of beauty But the lithe figure on his back, bending like a reed in the wind to every movement, firm below, pliant above, with calleamed with the joy of contest, still held its masterful place for all that the fiery heart and the irondrone of disher yet a lastover backward upon its rider But, swift and cool, he had writhed from under it ere it fell, spurned it with his foot as it rolled upon the earth, and then seizing its htly on to its back once rim sacrist could not but join the cheer, as Poed and curveted down the field

But the wild horse only swelled into a greater fury In the sullen gloom of its untamed heart there rose the furious resolve to dash the life fro rider, even if iteyes it looked round for death On three sides the five-virgate field was bounded by a high wall, broken only at one spot by a heavy four-foot wooden gate But on the fourth side was a low gray building, one of the granges of the Abbey, presenting a long flank unbroken by door orThe horse stretched itself into a gallop, and headed straight for that craggy thirty-foot wall He would break in red ruin at the base of it if he could but dash forever the life of this man, who claimed mastery over that which had never found its er hoofs drurass, as faster and still more fast the frantic horse bore hi off? To do so would be to bend his will to that of the beast beneath him There was a better way than that Cool, quick and decided, the man swiftly passed both whip and bridle into the left hand which still held the ht he slipped his shortthe creature's strenuous, rippling back he cast the flapping cloth over the horse's eyes