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The Eskdale Herd-boy - A Scottish Tale for the Instruction and Amusement of Young People by Mrs Blackford
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beheld me, he took hold of my apron, and tried to draw me out of the
house. I could not think what he wanted; and pulling my apron from him,
went back towards the fire to stir it; but before I could get half way to
the fire place, Colly had laid hold of me again, pulling very hard, and
looking up in my face, howling. I then began to think that something must
be the matter; so I determined I would go with him, and see what it was.
He held me fast till he got me down the steps, and then he ran a little
before me, looking back every minute, to see if I followed him, and
running on again, till we were about half a mile down the glen. Oh, Miss!
I shall never forget the fright I felt when I saw my master's horse
standing grazing by the road side, and the saddle turned quite round under
him. I began, then, to run after Colly, as fast as my trembling limbs
would let me; and in about five minutes I came to the place where my poor
husband was lying on the grass. Colly was standing close to him, licking
his hand, just as if he had been telling him that help would soon come to
his relief. David tried to make the best of his misfortune to me, and said
he did not think he was very much hurt; only his leg was sprained, he
believed, for he could not walk. He bade me go directly to the farm, and
get some of the men to come and carry him home. I did as he desired me;
and the men servants very readily went to his assistance. Just as I was
leaving the farm, Mr. Armstrong, who had been up with our master, came out
into the yard, and seeing the men running, asked me what was the matter.
He very kindly said he would go with me to the cottage, and see where
David was hurt; and very well it was that he did so, for when we got
thither we found that David had fainted from the acute pain he felt when
they began to move him. As soon as we got him into bed, he recovered
himself a little, and Mr. Armstrong then found that his leg was _broken_,
not sprained as he had told me. You may be sure that this was bad news for
me. The setting of the bone put him to great torture, but he bore it
better than could have been expected; and Mr. Armstrong now says he will
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