ABOUT BUYING A HORSE. 195 



London Livery Stables, " you'd better run at his head for 

 awhile — at first." 



Cazell holds on by the rail at his side. I see him. I also 

 notice that he draws his knees in, as if for a spring out on 

 the first opportunity. Odd, I feel far less nervous when 

 driving, myself, than when sitting by a driver. I appreciate 

 Cazell's situation. There's some excitement for the driver; 

 there's only anxiety for the passenger. Cazell is silent; it 

 evidently occurs to him that he had better not distract my 

 attention by telling me (as he otherwise would inevitably 

 have done some time ago) "what I ought to do." He 

 clearly considers it better not to speak to the man at the 

 wheel. 



Aiiything but a Happy Thotight. — I may be the man 

 under the wheel, before we've done. 



The horse goes capitally. No objection to harness ; no 

 objection to the sound of the wheels behind him: no objec- 

 tion to Murgle at his head, but can do perfectly without 

 him; his nose is well down towards his knees, his neck 

 arched, he is warming to his work, and stepping along to a 

 sort of steady common time, only slightly increasing in pace, 

 which would take us along anything like a level road at the 

 rate of twelve miles an hour. So far — that is after half a 

 mile of this, and safely round a corner — {Happy Thought. — 

 No objection to corners) — I say to Murgle, " You can jump 

 in behind." He does so without our relaxing speed. I like 

 this, because I have a notion, that, if once checked in his 

 career, he might decline to start again on the same pleasant 



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