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THE HUMAN SIDE 33feet jammed in the rack, so that he was quiteunable to move, and waited patiently for thedawn.Early the following day which we spent incamp the Postman appeared, demanding heavydamages.I did not like to commit myself to adefinite figure, but suggested that as a basis ofcalculation we should try to arrive at the valueof the pony when enjoying normal health.There we disagreed, for he putit at Ten Poundswhile I putweek or less the pony would be ready for the road.But meantime he must run the mails. He mustit at Three. He admitted that in ahire from the Hotel Proprietor.him Fifty Shillings.That would costIt is needless to follow all the negotiations.The village was soon split into two camps.TheHotel Proprietor sided with the Postman, but theBlacksmith, with a small following, came overto us. And the matter was by no means simplifiedby the arrival of the Postman's Father, who putin a plea (which appeared to be groundless) thatthe pony belonged to him.The great scene occurred when the horses werebrought out of the stable the following morning.The whole village was there, and the yard wasin a ferment. Herbert, whose part had beenD