The Choir Invisible

At the first prick of it, the high-spirited mettlesome animal, scarcely

broken, reared and sprang forward, all but unseating him. He dropped the

reins and instinctively caught its mane, at the same time pressing his legs

more closely in against the animal's sides, thus driving the spur deeper.

They shouted to him to lie down, to fall off, as they saw the awful danger

ahead; for the maddened filly, having run wildly around the enclosure

several times, turned and rushed straight toward the low open doors of the

smithy and the pasture beyond. But he would not release his clutch; and with

his body bent a little forward, he received the

blow of the projecting shingles full on his head as the mare shot from under

him into the shop, scraping him off.

They ran to him and lifted him out of the sooty dust and laid him on the

soft green grass. But of consciousness there was never to be more for him:

his jest had reached its end.