A Broken Head
I AM the only man in Europe, sir, said the Colonel, that ever had a
broken head,--to live after it. I was hunting near my place in
Yorkshire; my horse threw me, and I was pitched, head-foremost, upon a
scythe which had been left upon the ground. When I was taken up my head
was found to be literally cut in two, and was spread over my shoulders
like a pair of epaulettes. That was a broken head, if you please,
sir.