" "What a cursed narrow hole this
is for a decent-sized man to cram himself in at?" muttered an enormous
bulky citizen, sticking half-way in the coach-door, and panting for
breath from the violence of his exertions to drag his hind-quarters
after him. "Take these hampers on the top, Jack," said the porter below
to the man loading the coach, and quietly rested the baskets across the
projecting _ultimatum_ of the fat citizen (to the no little amusement
of the bystanders), who through his legs vociferated, "I'll indict you,
fellows; I'll be----if I don't, under Dick Martin's act." "It must be
then, my jewel," said the waggish Hibernian, "for overloading a mule."
"Do we take _the whole_ of you to-day, sir?" said coachee, assisting to
push him in. "What do you mean by _the whole_? I am only one man."
"A master tailor," said coachee, aside, "he must be then, with the
_pickings_ of nine poor journeymen in his paunch." "Ish tere any room
outshide te coach?" bawled out a black-headed little Israelite; "ve
shall be all shmotered vithin, ~279~~tish hot day; here are too peepels
inshite, vat each might fill a coach by temselves." "All right--all
right; take care of your heads, gemmen, going under the gateway; give
the bearing rein of the near leader one twist more, and pole up the off
wheeler a link or two.
Pages:
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375