The noon sun
But it did not stop their mad flight . With a horrible bumping motion that nearly threw her from the carriage at every jolt , they still kept on . They were on the quay now . The noon sun on the water flashed into her eyes like the blinding light thrown back from a looking-glass . Then something white and yellow darted from the crowd on the pavement , and catching the horse by the bit , swung on heavily . The horse dragged along for a few paces , and came to a halt , trembling like a leaf . A wild hurrah went up from both sides of the street , and the Little Colonel , as she was lifted out white and trembling , saw that it was a huge St. Bernard that the crowd was cheering .