202 AN AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



scotched it a good idea for heavy loads in a hilly coun 

 try. There were six stout cart-horses to draw it, and all 

 in a line, the wheeler being in shafts. The driver said he had 

 a load of eight or ten tons, and drove three miles an hour 

 with it. He paid about sixteen dollars a year taxes for his 



horses, and two dollars for a very ugly bull-dog that stood 

 guard over the establishment for more than an hour while he 

 was refreshing himself in the inn. At length we saw the 

 whole company come out, and the wagon started again, all 

 very jolly ; the currier and another man, with their hands on 

 each other s shoulders, staggered across the street, singing 

 &quot; Oh, Susannah !&quot; At the churchyard gate both fell, rolled over 

 and embraced each other, once or twice tried ineffectually to 

 get up, and then both went to sleep there on the ground. No 

 wonder the specimen Welsh girl had a hard look. 



After finishing our letters to send by the steamer, we vis 

 ited Wynstay Park. It is much more picturesque than 

 Eaton, the ground being diversified and the trees larger. 

 The deer also were larger ; a servant told us there were fif 

 teen hundred of them. The hall, which is a plain building, 

 ;vas undergoing repairs. 



We separated here for a few days, my friends wishing to 



