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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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ice andgood humour, was watching over it with evident pride and aflection. On closer inspection, this wonderful machine proved a kind ofBath chair on a large scale, with a narrow seat in front for the driverand a ledge behind for the luggage. But it was not uncomfortable ; In the Black Forest 49 and if the state of the springs made it a matter for re^oicmg that one sbones are not very easily dislocated, still things might have beenworse. The wheels, at least, were round and not square. With the.aid of the shaggy but willing quadruped we should gradually makeway, and sooner or later reach Schonau. ^ So it came to pass. The landlord, with a sort of paternal solici-tude, packed me up bag and baggage, gave a proud and parting lookto his vehicle and his little horse, wished me a safe journey (I thoughtI here detected a slight anxiety in his tone, but probably it wasfancy), and away we started. The majesty of Phaeton driving hischariot was nothing as compared with our pomp and pride on this
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Hebels Home. occasion. Nevertheless, I cannot say that we dashed through thetown at headlong speed, scattering people and raising an alarm. Thehorse, on the contrary, seemed particularly gentle. Moreover, he haddistinguished ideas, and felt that a leisurely pace was due to his dignity,and that nothing was more vulgar than to be seen in a hurry. Ifever he had had a youth, it must certainly have been in the MiddleAges. But the evening was unusually fine, and our time was our own—carriage, horse, driver, and driven: a quartette accountable to noman. Jehu, too, enlivened the journey with intelligent remarks.His wonders about England, and what it could be like ; the greatcity of London with its millions of people—and was it true that itsstreets were paved with gold ? The anecdotes and histories of hisown immediate neighbourhood and its inhabitants, himself included. VOL. xxxiv. E 50 In the Black Forest, He, poor fellow, had come down in the world. He had been agentlemans coachman for m

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