CHAPTER XII. 



A SCRATCH TEAM AT ROME. 



WHILST at Rome, various expeditions with Captain 

 Turner's coach were made, and the neat turn-out, with 

 the old hunters, was thought a great deal of, and 

 created quite a fiirore. I remember one day that a 

 party was made for a drive, and the blue coach was 

 kindly lent for the purpose. Horses were procured 

 from one person, and then from another, and a certain 

 noble lord, who was a capital whip, was engaged to 

 drive them. The coach was drawn up at the door of 

 the hotel in the Via Babuina, surrounded by an eager 

 and admiring crowd. The passengers, amongst whom 

 were some ladies, were all seated, and the horses put 

 to. The coachman mounted his rostrum, and all was, 

 as far as one could see, all right, but two of his team 

 refused to start. One of the wheelers began to jib, 

 and the offside leader, which was a well-bred, good- 



