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they must have been all killed or gone in someother direction; for except him, I did not observeany one else retreating, and I heard the Saracensapproach. He seemingly as much done up as hishorse, lay resting on its neck; yet holding hissword, and struck his charger with his heavy spursand repeated hard checks of the bridle, but in vain,and I had myself known what it was to have ahorse so fatigued as not to answer either aids.Claremont’s refused, and stood still trembling, andin a moment fell, I thought, dead. But at that,while I was bawling to him now on foot, whicheither he could not hear from the screeches, or Ihad not the strength to raise my voice ; the Sara-cens came rushing with a loud howl and chargingfuriously between him and me; aud, not to beridden over, I stepped under a vault—and they musthave cloven him down instantly and galloped on;for when, the next moment, I reached his body, itwas all covered with blood and quite dead. Andthink his spirit must have attended me and keptassiduously protecting me, the rest of that aAvfulperiod; that ever I got alive out of the wilderness,blackest, direst, most murderous, most atrociousl 1“ Then I too made for the port, which I knewmust be at hand, and walking on corpses and

1 Michaud : Hist., v. 143.