I got the horses stopped on the very brink of the precipice.

My new horse was terribly frightened and trembled like an aspen; but he was not half so badly frightened as my companion, Mr.Payne, who deserted me after this last experience, and took passage on a freight wagon for Maysville.

Every time I attempted to start, my new horse would commence to kick.

I was in quite a dilemma for a time.

Once in Maysville I could borrow a horse from an uncle who lived there; but I was more than a day's travel from that point.
Finally I took out my bandanna--the style of handkerchief in universal use then--and with this blindfolded my horse.