154 OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



Schwack ! — ScJiwack ! / — Schivack J / / 



" He don't seem to mind the whip much, do 'ee, sir ? " 

 observes Murgle. 



No : he do not. Jelfer has the best of it. At this moment 

 I should hardly be sorry to hear of the Chestnut having come 

 madly dov/n hill with Jelfer anywhere. 



Schwack ! !— Schwack 1 ! !— Schwack ! ! !— and CRACK. 

 The whip breaks. 



We have managed to get one mile from home. Witiiout 

 a whip it is no use trying to go any farther. My patience is 

 exhausted. My arm aches. I pull his left rein, and he 

 comes round in a lurching way—just as a heavy old tub 

 answers its rudder. 



Happy Thought. — He will know he is going back home, 

 ■and will trot fast. 



Not a bit. There being no longer any whip he takes his 

 own time and pace. 



Happy Thought. — Adaptation of a line in Mazcppa. 



" Again he urges on his w/Af career." 



By Murgle's advice, I prod the Grey with the stump of 

 the whip. No use ; he only shrugs his shoulders, and walks 

 on quietly. jMurgle proposes to get out and hit him, in, 

 what !Murgle considers, *' tender points," such as the ribs. 

 jVIurgle (being an fond of a savage nature — Happy Thought 

 — provei'b — Scratch off his livery and you'll find the brute) 

 wants to kick him. No. I won't hear of it. 



