22 A FEW MEMORIES
ceeded in beating me off his back. Quickly recovering, I remounted him, and continued riding at a wild pace for another hour. The next morning, as I was unable to rise, my mother came into the room in alarm. She soon discovered that I had been badly cut, and, to quote a friend, was covered with " French landscapes." For a long while it was thought I should be crippled for life. In spite of various accidents, riding has always been my favorite amusement Years after, in London, a well-known riding-master said to me, " Why, Miss Handerson, you Jave missed your vocation. What a hexcellent circus hactor you would 'ave made! I'd like to see the 'orse as could throw you now." My early training without stirrups, often without saddle or bridle, had taught me how to sit firmly.
For twelve years we never quitted Kentucky, except to visit our farms in Indiana. My outer life during all that time was uneventful and commonplace, tedious, though wholesomely monotonous. One of our few excitements was the usual summer visit to the beautiful Blue Grass Country, near Louisville, where the long, waving grass, especially when'viewed from a distance, has a blue, silvery bloom. One summer our holiday wras