safe on its up side, then was run hurt but badly scared. We got the horse and by its shafts but never did I want to kill an animal as I did that one. The great hulking brute could have spared us all the work & danger if he had just done me half his strength. By a miracle (her) set the cart on the things in it were lucky except for a few eggs. We got down the remainder of the hill without accident but the road took a fairly steep ascent over another shoulder before descending into the valley. (?) The two horses could get their hoofs up because the ground was a mass of slippery mud. That meant my calf-arms process of hitching up the horse to the cart & the struggle to get them to pull together. Then the Russian horse completed his days (maybe) programme of trouble by refusing to pull 4 wheels were even healthier in rocking the cart off the road down the hill into a mud hole. How I should like to have killed that animal. At last we got the two horses to pull it out, but we were all