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everywhere. You can reach any pohit by many differ- 

 ent roads. Guide-posts have a dozen names upon 

 them. We did some saiHng out of our course to-day, 

 and found many charming spots not down in the chart, 

 which the straight line would have caused us to miss ; 

 it was late ere Windsor's towers made their appear- 

 ance. The day was not long enough for us, long as it 

 was, but the fifty miles we are said to have traversed 

 were quite enough for the horses. But next day would 

 be Sunday, we said, and they had a long rest to look 

 forward to at Windsor. 



Windsor, June 18-20. 

 Upon reaching the forest, the General Manager 

 insisted that the Scribe should take the reins and drive 

 his party through the royal domain. This was his first 

 trial as the whip of a four-in-hand, and not a very success- 

 ful one either. It's easy enough to handle the ribbons, 

 but how to do this and spare a hand for the whip 

 troubles one. As Josh Billings remarks in the case of 

 religion, " It's easy enough to get religion, but to hold 

 on to it is what bothers a fellow. A good grip is here 

 worth more than rubies." The Scribe had not the grip 

 for the whip, but it did give him a rare pleasure when 

 he got a moment or two now and then (when Perry 

 held the whip), to think that he was privileged to drive 

 his friends in style up to Her Majesty's very door at 

 Windsor. Only to the door, for that good woman 

 was not at home, but in bonnie Scotland, sensible lady! 



