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h filled me with expectations of horses going headlong. Finally it happened just in front. There was a shout and a tangle in the darkness, and presently a prostrate cab hors

ild project of some kind. The Congressman eluded him with skill, and his rage and despair ultimately culminated

e careful, can't you, or you'll drown?" My cabman pulled up and addressed a few words of reproach to the other. Three or four figures loomed into my cylinder, and as they appeared spoke to the author or the victim of the calamity in varied terms of displeasure. Each of these reproaches was c

ligatory dance which the Indians had to perform before they went to war. These men had come to help, but a

word. This, too, to me seemed to be an obedience to a recognised form. He was the vis

it carefully under the prostrate thing. From this panting, quivering mass they suddenly and emphatically reconstructed a ho