Then he remembered his scarf, and attended to the horseshoe pin that adorned it.
There was not a barn or byre in the district that had not its horseshoe over the door.
He declared I did it purposely and pitched the horseshoe into the street.
There was something strangely familiar about the horseshoe curve.
The Horseshoe Fall wore its cliff back 335 ft. in about 63 years.