I got out of the carriage before he fell, and I watched him pitch clear down to the valley beneath, with the vehicle dragging after him.

When we got to him he was dead, and the man at the farm-house close by said he had the blind staggers.
"I sold him for eight dollars to a man who wanted to make him up into knife-handles and suspender-buttons; and since then we have walked.
I hardly think I shall buy another horse.

My luck doesn't seem good enough when I make ventures of that kind.".