NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--A _raw_ you mean. Who's not pulling now, I should
like to know!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--I couldn't help hopping then; you know what a
_grease_ I have in my hind leg.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--Well, haven't I a splint and a corn, and ain't one of my
fore fetlocks got a formoses, and my hind legs the stringhalt?
WOMAN.--Stop! stop!
COACHMAN.--Whoo up!--d--n you!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--There goes my last masticator!
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--And I'm blow'd if he hasn't jerked my head so that he's
given me a crick in the neck; but never mind; if she does get out here, we
shall save the hill.
WOMAN.--Three doors higher up.
COACHMAN.--Chuck! chuck!
WHIP.--Whack! whack!
COACHMAN.--Come up, you varmint!
OFF-SIDE HORSE--Varmint! and to me! the nephew of the great Lottery! O
Pegasus! what shall I come to next!
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--Alamode beef, may be, or perhaps pork sassages!
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The old woman was so long in that house where she stopped, that I was
obleeged to toddle home, for my wife has a rather unpleasant way of taking
me by the scruff of my neck if I ain't pretty regular in my hours.
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