He soon mended the bridle and saddle, which had been broken by the fall, helped me on my horse, and we followed the coarse of the hounds.

At first my arm did not pain me much, but it soon began to ache so that it was almost unendurable.

In about three miles we came to a negro hut, where I got off and rested till Reynolds could overtake Poyas and bring him back.

They came at last, but by that time the arm was so swollen and painful that I could not ride.

They rigged up an old gig belonging to the negro, in which I was carried six miles to the plantation of Mr.Poyas, Sr.