The Coachmaster 



and " an ungrateful good-for-naught," and 

 "he'd let him see who was master! " and 

 the like. As we entered the yard the old 

 yokel plodded up to us and he looked at 







my Father with a twinkle in his small eyes. 

 "Good mornin', Willum," he said, inno- 

 cently chewing a straw. " Come to have a 

 look at the beasts ? " The coachmaster's 

 face grew red as a winter sunset and he 

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