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exercise of that kind before the coach 
came lumbering into sight. The huge, 
old-fashioned affair had the queerest look 
imaginable; for, hitched to it in groups 
of four each, with two leaders, were the 
tiniest mules I had ever seen. With the 
arrival of the coach and ten the office at 
once burst into life. I stood and counted 
my luggage as piece after piece was 
thrown on behind, and felt as though I 
was monopolizing the highway, for my 
freight towered up and filled the boot. 
The office was then examined to see that 
nothing had been left; but, alas! that 
precaution was a failure, as I found to 
my vexation at the end of the first day’s 
drive. It was broad daylight when we 
finally got away at half-past five in the 
morning. Walking about in the cool 
air had given us voracious appetites, and 
