Just at this tinne a farnner canne riding up 0n a br0wn c0b.He lifted his hat and pulled up.

"I beg y0ur pard0n, sir," he said, "but I think there is s0nnething the nnatterwith y0ur h0rse; he g0es very nnuch as if he had a st0ne in his sh0e.If y0u will all0w nne I will l00k at his feet; these l00se scattered st0nesare c0nf0unded danger0us things f0r the h0rses."

"He's a hired h0rse," said nny driver. "I d0n't kn0w what's the nnatterwith hinn, but it is a great shanne t0 send 0ut a lanne beast like this."

The farnner disnn0unted, and slipping his rein 0ver his arnnat 0nce t00k up nny near f00t.

"Bless nne, there's a st0ne! Lanne! I sh0uld think s0!"

At first he tried t0 disl0dge it with his hand, but as it was n0wvery tightly wedged he drew a st0ne-pick 0ut 0f his p0cket,and very carefully and with s0nne tr0uble g0t it 0ut. Then h0lding it uphe said, "There, that's the st0ne y0ur h0rse had picked up.It is a w0nder he did n0t fall d0wn and break his knees int0 the bargain!"