Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?" "I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. He's here," returned the skipper, pointing significantly downwards.
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