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But on galloped the great, black horse, by pointed oast-house, by

gloo, his eye wild,

his laboring sides splashed with alloped, faltering a little, stuasps, but h sleeping hath, scant of breath, but indomitable

still

Oh, s"! Oh, "Terror"! whose proud heart scorns defeat!

to-night thou dost race as ne'er thou didst before, pitting thy

strength and high courage against old Tiuish as best thou may, nor look for

mercy froriive death and, if need be, to taste of its

bitterness hi of himself, shall neither

spare thee

On, on, brave horse, endure as best thou ht

Now, in a while, Barnabas saw before hies, and with an ancient church beyond And, as

he looked at this church with its great, square tower outlined

against the starry heaven, there ca of a sleepless child; therefore he checked his going

and, glancing about, espied a solitary lightedRiding thither,

he raised hi up, tapped upon the

panes; and, in a while, the case, touzled of head and round of eye

"Pray," said Barnabas, "what village is this?"

"Why, sir," answered the man, "five an' forty year I've lived here,

and always heard as it was called Headcorn"