DARESAY you think a buggy a very funny name for a carriage, but it is only the name that is funny, as a buggy is in reality just a high gig, with large light wheels, and intended to carry two persons. But you may be sure that, with certain death behind them if they stayed within range of the Sepoys' guns, Mr. and Mrs. Brisbane did not mind being a little squeezed in it. As for Harry, who did not understand the great danger they were in, he very much enjoyed it all,-standing up in front of his mother's knees, with baby kicking him in the back, and helping his father, by making noises with his mouth, to urge the Pegu pony to go on faster.

These ponies are very strong, and this was a very good one of his kind, so that they went along at a great

rate.

Except for calling to the horse to make him go quicker, and punishing him with the whip, there was no sound, for both father and mother were feeling too much anxiety and fear to be able to speak. They knew quite well that their own lives, and those of their dear little children, depended on the fleetness of the pony, and so they urged him on in silence. The willing beast galloped forwards, with his head straight out before him, kicking up the dust as he passed along the dry, parched road,-went on, so as to get farther and farther away every moment from the sight of men struggling and fighting, from the smell of gunpowder, and from the noise of guns,—went on, leaving the great city of Delhi behind him, and getting nearer the jungle at every step.

The sun was very hot now, for it was more than an hour since they had started, and they had come at least ten miles. Harry was almost tired of shouting at the Pegu, and began to wish for home; and baby was fast asleep in his mamma's arms.

At last, when they were a good way from the city, she turned her head to look behind; she had not done so before, because she was so eager to go on that she felt as if to turn her head only would make a delay; but when she did so, she found that the tops of the houses

temples, and the great gate through which they had

left Delhi, were all out of sight. There was the dusty road-as far as one could see-the plain, and some trees, but that was all.

'Thank God, we are safe! I can see no single human being,' she said. Then she hugged baby tight to her bosom, and burst into tears.

'Come, come,' answered Mr. Brisbane cheerfully; 'there is no time for crying, Mary dear. Dry your eyes, for you may need all your courage yet. There are plenty of Pandies still.'

The Sepoys were called Pandies, because Mungal Pandy was the name of the man who first shot an officer dead.

'Do you think they will overtake us?' she asked, looking anxious again. 'Do you not think we are safe?'

'I trust in God we shall shortly be,' said Mr. Brisbane, 'but we have still many miles to go before we can sit down and be idle.'

'Gee up!' cried Harry; 'get along, pony, do. What fun it is to run away! Is it not, papa?' But papa only smiled sadly, and Mrs. Brisbane looked very much as if she were going to cry again.

'Don't you like it, then, mamma?' continued the child; but now I remember I am hungry. When shall we have tiffin?'

Mrs. Brisbane dried her eyes. 'Poor innocent!' she only said; and then she kissed Cyril, and called him her lamb-her joy, and began to cry over him a little. Papa told mamma not to be a goose, but to remember she was the wife of a soldier, and that they were not in safety yet.

'Where are we going?' she asked presently.

'I have been thinking, my dear. The first object was to get away from the mutineers, and the next to keep away from them; but after we are hidden in the forest. (if we reach it), I scarcely know what we are to do. Meerut lies to the opposite direction. We must be thankful that we have escaped with our lives, and trust to Providence to keep what He has spared. The beginning of the jungle lies about twenty miles from Delhi; and I fancy we have already come more than half the distance. As soon as the horse has got back his wind a little, we will go on, so as to get into the shade of the trees before the sun is much hotter.'

'Shall we drive the pony right through the jungle, papa?' asked Harry.

'No, my son,' said Mr. Brisbane; 'we shall have to leave the buggy outside, and go on with Rufus by himself.'

'What! ride him, papa? Oh! may I ride first?' and Harry was quite pleased at the idea. The poor little

boy did not think then, how before long he would be more anxious to get out of the jungle than he was now to get into it.

Mr. Brisbane went on talking to his wife: 'We shall have to leave the carriage, and get on as well as we can with the pony. Luckily, he is as strong as a drayhorse, and will not object to carry double. In many parts of the wood we shall only be able to go at a foot's pace, when I can walk, whilst you and Harry ride.'

'And baby,' replied Mrs. Brisbane, 'he is so heavy to carry; I wish I had a shawl with me, or something that I could make a kind of sling with, to hang him in, and take a little off his weight.'

'I think I can manage that,' said the father. 'I will bind him round me with my sash. He will be quite safe in that way, and it will leave my arms free.'

Mr. Brisbane was still in his regimental dress, for he had come away off parade; and officers wear long, wide, red silk sashes over their uniforms.

Then Rufus being a little rested, and having quite recovered his breath, from having been allowed to walk for some time, papa took the whip out of the rest, and laid it lightly across his back. The pony needed no second hint, but flew on, kicking up the dust, and making a great clatter with his hoofs on the hard road.