Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, December 11, 1841 by Various
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to a high wall; so high that it tired me to look to the top of it.
"'Step out, now,' says she, 'but mind not to let go your held of the coach, and tell it to change itself into a ladder.' "I had my lesson now; the coach became a ladder, reaching to the top of the wall; so up we mounted, and descended on the other side by the same means. There was then before us a terrible dark gulf over which hung such a thick fog that a priest couldn't see to bless himself in it. "'Call for a winged horse,' whispered Anty. "I did so, and up came a fine black horse, with a pair of great wings growing out of his back, and ready bridled and saddled to our hand. I jumped upon his back, and took Anty up before me; when, spreading out his wings, he flew--flew, without ever stopping until he landed us safe on the opposite shore. We were now on the banks of a broad river. "'This,' said Anty, 'is our last difficulty.' "The horse was changed into a boat, and away we sailed with a fair breeze for the opposite shore, which, as we approached, appeared more beautiful than any country I had ever seen. The shore was crowded with young people dancing, singing, and beckoning us to approach. The boat touched the land; I thought all my troubles were past, and in the joy of my heart I leaped ashore, leaving Anty in the boat; but no sooner had my foot parted from the gunwale than the boat shot like an arrow from the bank, and drifted down the current. I saw my young bride wringing her fair hands, weeping at if her heart would break, and crying-- |
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