Scene II.
This is the way Mr. Lovesport once rode a Quagga. It is a kind of zebra, or wild ass, and is considered untameable. A friend of Mr. Lovesport—a colonist in southern Africa—had caught one, and had tried in vain to tame it. Our hunter offered to ride it, if they could put on saddle and bridle. This was at length accomplished: he mounted, and the quagga galloped away, away till he reached a herd of his own species, who all came round, curious to know what thing he had upon his back. Our hero became anxious to return, and, taking off his jacket, contrived to wrap it over the eyes of the beast; then once getting its head in the right direction, spurred it on, till it stopped exhausted at his friend’s door.
