"The horse that I borrowed turned out to be a very poor one, and went lame soon after I set out.

Business kept me longer than I expected, and it was getting dark before I started to return.

Erelong the darkness became so intense that I could scarcely see beyond the horse's head, and could not distinguish the path.

I therefore let the animal find his own way--knowing that he would be sure to do so, for he was going home.

As we jogged along, I felt the horse tremble.