8 WARWICK WOODLANDS. 



servant's seat behind, with lots of room for four men and as 

 many dogs, with guns and luggage, and all appliances to boot, 

 enough to last a month, stowed away out of sight, and out of 

 reach of weather. The nags, both nearly thorough-bred, fifteen 

 two inches high, stout, clean-limbed, active animals the off-side 

 horse a gray, almost snow-white the near, a dark chestnut, near- 

 ly black with square docks setting admirably off their beautiful 

 round quarters, high crests, small blood-like heads, and long 

 thin manes spoke volumes for Tim's stable science; for though 

 their ribs were slightly visible, their muscles were well filled, 

 and hard as granite. Their coats glanced in the sunshine the 

 white's like statuary marble ; the chestnut's like high polished 

 copper in short the whole turn-out was perfect. 



The neat black harness, relieved merely by a crest, with every 

 strap that could be needed, in its place, and not one buckle or 

 one thong superfluous ; the bright steel curbs, with the chains 

 jingling as the horses tossed and pawed impatient for a start ; 

 the tapering holly whip ; the bear-skins covering the seats ; the 

 top-coats spread above them every thing, in a word, without 

 bordering on the slang, was perfectly correct and gnostic. 



Four dogs a brace of setters of the light active breed, one 

 of which will out-work a brace of the large, lumpy, heavy- 

 headed dogs, one reel, the other white and liver, both with 

 black noses, their legs and sterns beautifully feathered, and their 

 hair, glossy and smooth as silk, showing their excellent condition 

 and a brace of short-legged, bony, liver-colored spaniels 

 with their heads thrust one above the other, over or through 

 the railings, and their tails waving with impatient joy occupied 

 the after portion of the wagon. 



Tim, rigged in plain gray frock, with leathers and white tops, 

 stood, in true tiger fashion, at the horses' heads, with the fore- 

 finger of his right hand resting upon the curb of the gray horse, 

 as with his left he rubbed the nose of the chestnut; while 

 Harry, cigar in mouth, was standing at the wheel, reviewing 

 with a steady and experienced eye the gear, which seemed to 

 give him perfect satisfaction. The moment I appeared on the 

 steps, 



"In with you, Frank in with you," he exclaimed, disengag- 

 ing the hand-reins from the terrets into which they had been 

 thrust, " I have been waiting here these five minutes. Jump 

 up, Tim !" 



And, gathering the reins up firmly, he mounted by the wheel, 



