284 WITHIN AN HOUR OF LONDON TOWN. 



directions now. Wherever it is possible for any 

 light cart on two wheels to travel, even if the 

 wheels sink into the bog up to the boxes on its way 

 there, you may be very sure that smart cart, with 

 the firm's name on it in gold letters they are all 

 firms and companies now will manage to come. 

 They have good horses of stout build in the shafts, 

 animals with blood in them, for many of their 

 owners use them for hunting. One of these horses 

 I knew, when going his rounds, heard the hounds 

 in full cry. That was enough ; he was off, light 

 cart and all, before the man in it could get hold 

 of his mouth. It was rough from the start ; but 

 when the cob charged a low sand-bank that bor- 

 dered on a fir-wood, then came the climax. The 

 cob rose at the bank like a deer. He not only 

 cleared it, but he cleared himself from the harness 

 as well, and shot clean out of it like a rocket, 

 leaving the cart behind with the driver in it, or 

 rather out of it. He was not hurt, for he jumped 

 on his legs and used language which would by 

 some be considered profane. The cob was brought 

 back in the evening, with small portions of harness 

 decorating him here and there ; and, to judge from 



