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,