I wonder her perch don't break--she has been crazy a long
time.
WATERMAN.--Snow-hill--opposite the Saracen's Head.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--I know'd it!
COACHMAN.--Kuck! kuck!
WHIP.--Whack! whack!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--Pull away, my dear fellow; a little extra exertion may
save us from flagellation.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--Well, I'm pulling, ain't I?
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--I don't like to dispute your word;
but--(_whack_)--Oh! that was an abrasion on my shoulder.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--A _raw_ you mean. Who's not pulling now, I should
like to know!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--I couldn't help hopping then; you know what a
_grease_ I have in my hind leg.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--Well, haven't I a splint and a corn, and ain't one of my
fore fetlocks got a formoses, and my hind legs the stringhalt?
WOMAN.--Stop! stop!
COACHMAN.--Whoo up!--d--n you!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--There goes my last masticator!
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--And I'm blow'd if he hasn't jerked my head so that he's
given me a crick in the neck; but never mind; if she does get out here, we
shall save the hill.
WOMAN.--Three doors higher up.
COACHMAN.--Chuck! chuck!
WHIP.
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