50 Saddle and Sirloin. 



and the hand of Jim Byrns, the guard, was almost 

 frozen to the screw-wrench, when he brought out a 

 spare pole-hook, and fastened it on. The snow fell in 

 flakes large enough to blind them, and the only comic 

 bit was the voice of a heavy swell issuing from beneath 

 a perfect tortoise-shell covering of capes and furs on 

 the box-seat : " What are you fellows keeping, me here 

 in the cold for, and warming your own hands at the 

 lamp r 



George Eade was very deaf, but still he had hearing 

 enough left to be cognisant of a great many objurga- 

 tions from Mr. Richardson of the Greyhound at Shap 

 for taking it out of his horses. One day Mr. Richardson 

 came out and was peculiarly bland, but George con- 

 cluded that he was on the old subject, and had his 

 back up in an instant, " Hang you ! Fm not before my 

 time ; Til bet you $1. of it, look at my watch!" Jack 

 Pooley was a great character, and drove in earlier 

 days over Stainmoor. When he retired he joined the 

 Yeomanry Cavalry, and entered his horse for a cavalry 

 plate. Two of the principal conditions were that it 

 must never have won 50/., and, also, be half-bred. 

 Some objections having been raised to Jack's nomi- 

 nation, it became necessary to examine Jack before a 

 committee of the regiment. To the first question, 

 whether his horse had ever won 50/., he replied, " No, 

 indeed ! but lies helped to lose many a fifty — he ran 

 three years in an opposition coach!' The next question 

 was, "What is he by, Mr. Pooley ?" "By?" said Jack, 

 " I should say he was by a shorthorn bull, he's such a 

 devil of a roarer" and Jack's answers were considered 

 eminently satisfactory. Jack Creery was a good 

 coachman, and drove a pair-horse mail from Lancaster 

 to Kirby Stephen. He had a guard, Joe Lord, who 

 had been with Van Amburgh, and the pair got lost 

 one night between Kirby Stephen and Kirby Lons- 

 dale. Jack was so sleepy that he crept inside. Lord 

 drove for him, and being sleepy as well, turned right 



