8 WARWICK WOaOLANDS. 



like to be kept waiting!" — so up I jumped, and scarcely- 

 had got through the business of rigging myself, before the 

 rattle of wheels announced the arrival of the wagon. 



And a model was that shooting wagon — a long, light- 

 bodied box, with a low rail — a high seat and dash in front, 

 and a low servant's seat behind, with lots of room for four 

 men and as many dogs, with guns and luggage, and all ap- 

 pliances 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 — tJie off-side horse a gray, almost 

 snow-white — the near, a dark chestnut, nearly 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 gnastic. 



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 red, the other white and liver, 

 both with black noses, their legs and sterns beautifully 

 feathered, and their hair, glossy and smooth as silk, show- 

 ing 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 por- 

 tion 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 forefinger 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 



