I did not waste time, I can assure you!

Cantering past groups of coloured people of every hue, from the palest

copper tint up to the jettiest black, all returning to their huts in the

hills after disposing of their market produce for the day and each

giving me the customary patois greeting, "Bon j'u', massa, ken nou'?" as

I raced by them; past cottage doors and overseers' houses I went on at

full speed, until I came to a long street that sloped down with a

gradient like that of one of those sharp-pointed, heavy-gabled roofs of

Queen Anne's time.

Even this, however, did not arrest my headlong course.

I was much too anxious to get below to the harbour side before the

coaling of the steamer should be completed and the vessel start off

again on her intercolonial trip amongst the islands to deliver her mails

from Europe; and so, deaf to all my darkey attendant's prayers and

expostulations, I hit poor Prince over the head with my supple jack and

galloped as if a drove of wild bulls was after me down the dangerous

incline, which was paved with smooth slippery fixed boulders to make it

all the more treacherous to a horse's hoofs unless rough-shod.

"Golly, Mass' Tom, you break um neck for suah," I heard the terrified

Jake call out far away in my rear; but I could not have stopped then

even had I wished, Prince having too much "way" on him.

"Come on!" I cried. "Come on!"

These were the last words I remember uttering, for at that moment, the

pony, with me clinging to his back with might and main, was tearing down

the slope at a terrific pace; and then, just as we were passing the

school-house at the corner of the market-place, some boys who were

outside suddenly set up a loud yell at something or other.

This frightened Prince so that he shied.

The pony bounded up in the air first like a goat, lifting all his legs

from the ground at once in true buck-jumper fashion, after which he came

to a dead halt as if he had been shot; and then, placing his fore-feet

straight out before him he sent me flying over his head right through

the window of a little shop opposite with such force that I was picked

up insensible.

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