Soon as he got down, the horses seemed glad and went off on a gallop after the rest of the train.

So they all went off together, and Johnny wandered away into the bogs.

His friends supposed, of course, he was coming on, thought he was walking beside his load; the snow was falling down, and perhaps they were a little afraid.

He was left behind.

They scoured the country for him next day, and, bedad, they found him, stiff dead, sitting against a fence.