One autumn day my master had to go a long way on business. The rain came down hard and the river rose over the meadows. On the way home we came to the wooden bridge, and the water was almost level with the planks. I put one foot on the bridge and felt that it was wrong. I would not go forward. My master touched me with the whip, but I stood still. Then a man ran out of the tollhouse waving a torch. The bridge is broken in the middle, he shouted. If you go on, you will be in the river. We went round by the other road, six miles in the dark. My master told the story at home that night, and John said that horses know more than people think. God has given them that sense, said John, and it saves us.