In truth he had mistook it at first; for having taken a ride with my father, that very morning, to save if possible a beautiful wood, which the dean and chapter were hewing down to give to the poor;[8.6] which said wood being in full view of my uncle _Toby's_ house, and of singular service to him in his description of the battle of _Wynnendale_--by trotting on too hastily to save it----upon an uneasy saddle----worse horse, &c. &c. . . it had so happened, that the serous part of the blood had got betwixt the two skins, in the nethermost part of my uncle _Toby_----the first shootings of which (as my uncle _Toby_ had no experience of love) he had taken for a part of the passion--till the blister breaking in the one case--and the other remaining--my uncle _Toby_ was presently convinced, that his wound was not a skin-deep wound----but that it had gone to his heart.
[Footnote 8.5: This will be printed with my father's Life of _Socrates_, &c. &c.]
[Footnote 8.6: Mr. _Shandy_ must mean the poor _in spirit_; inasmuch as they divided the money amongst themselves.]
In truth he had mistook it at first; for having taken a ride with my father that morning, to save if possible a beautiful wood which the dean and chapter were hewing down to give to the poor; and which was in full view of my uncle Toby's house, and of singular service to him in his description of the battle of Wynnendale - by trotting on too hastily to save it, upon an uneasy saddle - it so happened, that a blister formed in the nethermost part of my uncle Toby - the first shootings of which (as he had no experience of love) he had taken for a part of the passion - till the blister breaking in the one case - and the other remaining - my uncle Toby was convinced that his wound was not skin-deep, but that it had gone to his heart.