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fields, a pair of young blood-horses in my carriage 

 took fright at the roaring of the waves which dashed 

 violently against them, and twice nearly overturned 

 me. On the second occasion one of them actually 

 fell down into the water, while the off- wheel of the 

 curricle flew up into the air, and thus it remained 

 suspended, balancing backwards and forwards, like 

 Mahomet's coffin. Luckily, time was allowed the 

 horse to recover his legs, down came the wheel 

 once more on terra firma, and on we went again. 

 We slept at Cashew (an estate near Lacovia), and 

 the next morning at daylight proceeded to climb 

 the Bogr, a mountain so difficult, that every one 

 had pronounced the attempt to be hopeless with 

 horses so young as mine ; but those horses were 

 my only ones, and therefore I was obliged to make 

 the trial. The road is bordered by tremendous 

 precipices for about twelve miles ; the path is so 

 narrow, that a servant must always be sent on be- 

 fore to make any carts which may be descending 

 stop in recesses hollowed out for this express pur- 

 pose ; and the cartmen are obliged to sound their 

 shells repeatedly, m order to give each other timely 

 warning. The chief danger, however, proceeds 

 from the steepness of the road, which in some 

 places will not permit the waggons to stop, how- 

 ever well their conductors may be inclined ; then 

 down they come drawn by twelve or fourteen, or 

 sometimes sixteen oxen, sweeping every thing be- 

 fore them, and any carriage unlucky enough to 



