Onedaylateintheautumnmymasterhadalongjourneytogoonbusiness. Iwasputintothedog-cart,andJohnwentwithhismaster. Ialwayslikedtogointhedog-cart,itwassolightandthehighwheelsranalongsopleasantly. Therehadbeenagreatdealofrain,andnowthewindwasveryhighandblewthedryleavesacrosstheroadinashower. Wewentalongmerrilytillwecametothetoll-barandthelowwoodenbridge. Theriverbankswereratherhigh,andthebridge,insteadofrising,wentacrossjustlevel,sothatinthemiddle,iftheriverwasfull,thewaterwouldbenearlyuptothewoodworkandplanks;butasthereweregoodsubstantialrailsoneachside,peopledidnotmindit. Themanatthegatesaidtheriverwasrisingfast,andhefeareditwouldbeabadnight. Manyofthemeadowswereunderwater,andinonelowpartoftheroadthewaterwashalfwayuptomyknees;thebottomwasgood,andmasterdrovegently,soitwasnomatter. WhenwegottothetownofcourseIhadagoodwait,butasthemaster'sbusinessengagedhimalongtimewedidnotstartforhometillratherlateintheafternoon. Thewindwasthenmuchhigher,andIheardthemastersaytoJohnthathehadneverbeenoutinsuchastorm;andsoIthought,aswewentalongtheskirtsofawood,wherethegreatbrancheswereswayingaboutliketwigs,andtherushingsoundwasterrible. "Iwishwewerewelloutofthiswood,"saidmymaster. "Yes,sir,"saidJohn,"itwouldberatherawkwardifoneofthesebranchescamedownuponus." Thewordswerescarcelyoutofhismouthwhentherewasagroan,andacrack,andasplittingsound,andtearing,crashingdownamongtheothertreescameanoak,tornupbytheroots,anditfellrightacrosstheroadjustbeforeus. IwillneversayIwasnotfrightened,forIwas. Istoppedstill,andIbelieveItrembled;ofcourseIdidnotturnroundorrunaway;Iwasnotbroughtuptothat. Johnjumpedoutandwasinamomentatmyhead. "Thatwasaveryneartouch,"saidmymaster."What'stobedonenow?" "Well,sir,wecan'tdriveoverthattree,noryetgetroundit;therewillbenothingforit,buttogobacktothefourcrossways,andthatwillbeagoodsixmilesbeforewegetroundtothewoodenbridgeagain;itwillmakeuslate,butthehorseisfresh." Sobackwewentandroundbythecrossroads,butbythetimewegottothebridgeitwasverynearlydark;wecouldjustseethatthewaterwasoverthemiddleofit;butasthathappenedsometimeswhenthefloodswereout,masterdidnotstop. Weweregoingalongatagoodpace,butthemomentmyfeettouchedthefirstpartofthebridgeIfeltsuretherewassomethingwrong. Idarenotgoforward,andImadeadeadstop. "Goon,Beauty,"saidmymaster,andhegavemeatouchwiththewhip,butIdarenotstir;hegavemeasharpcut;Ijumped,butIdarenotgoforward. "There'ssomethingwrong,sir,"saidJohn,andhesprangoutofthedog-cartandcametomyheadandlookedallabout.Hetriedtoleadmeforward."Comeon,Beauty,what'sthematter?" OfcourseIcouldnottellhim,butIknewverywellthatthebridgewasnotsafe. Justthenthemanatthetoll-gateontheothersideranoutofthehouse,tossingatorchaboutlikeonemad. "Hoy,hoy,hoy!halloo!stop!"hecried. "What'sthematter?"shoutedmymaster. "Thebridgeisbrokeninthemiddle,andpartofitiscarriedaway;ifyoucomeonyou'llbeintotheriver." "ThankGod!"saidmymaster."YouBeauty!" saidJohn,andtookthebridleandgentlyturnedmeroundtotheright-handroadbytheriverside. Thesunhadsetsometime;thewindseemedtohavelulledoffafterthatfuriousblastwhichtoreupthetree. Itgrewdarkeranddarker,stillerandstiller. Itrottedquietlyalong,thewheelshardlymakingasoundonthesoftroad. ForagoodwhileneithermasternorJohnspoke,andthenmasterbeganinaseriousvoice. Icouldnotunderstandmuchofwhattheysaid,butIfoundtheythought,ifIhadgoneonasthemasterwantedme,mostlikelythebridgewouldhavegivenwayunderus,andhorse,chaise,master,andmanwouldhavefallenintotheriver;andasthecurrentwasflowingverystrongly,andtherewasnolightandnohelpathand,itwasmorethanlikelyweshouldallhavebeendrowned. Mastersaid,Godhadgivenmenreason,bywhichtheycouldfindoutthingsforthemselves;buthehadgivenanimalsknowledgewhichdidnotdependonreason,andwhichwasmuchmorepromptandperfectinitsway,andbywhichtheyhadoftensavedthelivesofmen. Johnhadmanystoriestotellofdogsandhorses,andthewonderfulthingstheyhaddone;hethoughtpeopledidnotvaluetheiranimalshalfenoughnormakefriendsofthemastheyoughttodo. Iamsurehemakesfriendsofthemifeveramandid. Atlastwecametotheparkgatesandfoundthegardenerlookingoutforus. Hesaidthatmistresshadbeeninadreadfulwayeversincedark,fearingsomeaccidenthadhappened,andthatshehadsentJamesoffonJustice,theroancob,towardthewoodenbridgetomakeinquiryafterus. Wesawalightatthehall-doorandattheupperwindows,andaswecameupmistressranout,saying,"Areyoureallysafe,mydear?Oh! Ihavebeensoanxious,fancyingallsortsofthings.Haveyouhadnoaccident?" "No,mydear;butifyourBlackBeautyhadnotbeenwiserthanwewereweshouldallhavebeencarrieddowntheriveratthewoodenbridge." Iheardnomore,astheywentintothehouse,andJohntookmetothestable. Oh,whatagoodsupperhegavemethatnight,agoodbranmashandsomecrushedbeanswithmyoats,andsuchathickbedofstraw!andIwasgladofit,forIwastired.