Identifier: stnicholasserial371dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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in her eyes. Instinctively he sprangto the restive horses head,caught the bridle with hisstrong brown hand, andwaved his left arm towardthe advancing camel-driv-ers, to stop them. Thenow excited animal reared,and actually lifted the boyfrom the ground; yet heheld on pluckily, butneeded both arms for thisacrobatic performance. Ina second or two his feetwere again on the ground,but he could give littleheed to camels or soldiers,although his ears told him that the pipers were still advancing; all hisstrength was needed to restrain the horse, -who,without him, would undoubtedly have bolted, andplunged, and made havoc with some store orstores, and thrown his now nerveless rider, prob-ably to her death. Ted held on, desperately; it seemed many min-Vol. XXXVII.— 45-46. utes, but was only many seconds; then thefrightened horse, snorting in terror, with earstwitching nervously, and half trying to rearagain, began to back; and just in line with thisretrograde movement of his, stood the narrow
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INSTINCTIVELY HE SPRANG TO THE RESTIVE HORSE S HEAD. doorway, —flanked by broad show-windows,—ofa Military Outfitter; his windows were filledwith cork-helmets, dragoon-boots, and manysorts of garments much decorated with gold-braid. The sight of the horses powerful hind legsmomentarily approaching the outfitters shop, 354 THE YOUNG WIZARD OF MOROCCO (Feb., nerved Ted to one more frantic tug at the bridle;and the horse yielded a little and came with him.Then, by chance, on turning his head, the boysglance fell upon the doorway of a caterers shop,—just across the way; he saw that it was wideand high; a noble Moorish arch it was, with adouble-leaved door, and both leaves or wingsopen. The sight sent a pulsation of hope through hisheart, and gave new strength to his strainingmuscles. His plan was formed in the twinklingof an eye. Steady, there! He ordered thetrembling, prancing animal, now altering hisvoice from a soothing tone to one of sharp com-mand: Steady, now! Come! Come here!

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