Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
THERE was once a gentleman, it is said, who was very wealthy. He had alarge family of beautiful children; and he loved his wife and sons anddaughters very dearly; and daily he would have his coachman take themout to ride.
Away they would go through country and city, and forest and park. Butnear one of the pleasant rides there was a deep chasm, and its sideswere rocky and steep, so that to go too near it would be almost certaindeath.
But the coachman would often see how very close he could drive to theedge of the abyss without dashing his precious load to destruction.This he continued to do day after day; though he did not mean any harm.He only wanted to show how near he could come to danger and yet escape.But one day he came just a little nearer, when in an instant he becamedizzy as he looked down into the dark chasm, and whirled from his highseat and was gone.
But horses, coach and family, all escaped and came safely home.
Then another coachman must be found; and the gentleman sent word allabout, and advertised for a good, safe, skilful man. And many came andhe questioned them, each by himself, in order to get the right one.
"How near can you drive to Danger Cliff—" so that chasm wascalled—"without driving over?" asked the gentleman of the first one whocame.
"Alt, your honor, it's not every coachman that can do the likes o' me.Sure, I've driv