I suppose the reader has experienced or heard of hair-breadth escapes, the memory of which has caused his own hair to stand on end; yet, when he has read the following untruthful story, he will be ready to exclaim in a tone of intense conviction that truth is indeed stranger than fiction.
A few years ago I was travelling with a prospecting party in some place, and one morning I awoke and found my horse gone.
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