HUMPY. 203 



ing and hallooing at the top of his 

 voice, as he had done all the way from 

 St. Albans. I certainly had a presenti- 

 ment that something would occur, or I 

 should not have determined to keep 

 behind. However, this I did ; and, on 

 rising the hill out of the bottom, I could 

 just discern one of the three close to the 

 fence opposite the "Bald-face Stag," and 

 presently, on reaching that Public, I ob- 

 served a coach lying on her broadside, 

 the luggage strewed on the road, the 

 fore-carriage broken and otherwise a per- 

 fect wreck ; and the horses standing 

 quiet, apparently astounded with their 

 strange position. I pulled up, and pro- 

 ceeded to the spot, but a few yards on 

 foot, accompanied by some people from 

 the house. 



I need not say it was the " Liver- 

 pool Umpire." The passengers were some 

 of them bewailing their bruises, and 



