Those that had not gone over the ledge were galloping away down the valley.
"Goodness! What will the old Squire say to this ?" were Addison's first words.
After a search, we found a lantern under a heap of bags and harness.

It was cracked, but Asa succeeded in lighting it; and about the first object I saw with any distinctness was old Tommy, doubled up behind a tree.
"Are you hurt ?" Addison called to him.
"Wal, I vum, I dunno!" the old man grunted.

"Wa'n't that a rib-h'ister!" Concluding that there was not much the matter with him, we hastened down to the brook.

There hung one horse--William-le-Bon--head downward, pawing on the stones in the brook with his fore hoofs.

He had caught his left hind leg in the crotch of a yellow birch-tree that grew at the foot of the ledges.