re all so heavy, that the horses had

three times already come to a stop, besides once drawing the

coach across the road, with the mutinous intent of taking it back to

Blackheath. Reins and whip and coachman and guard, however,

in combination, had read that article of war which forbade a

purpose otherwise strongly in favour of the argument, that some

brute animals are endued with Reason; and the team had

capitulated and returned to their duty.

With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their

way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between

whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints. As often

as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a

wary “Wo-ho! so-ho then!” the near leader violently shook his

head and everything upon itlike an unusually emphatic horse,

denying that the coach could be got up the hill. Whenever the

leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous

passenger might, and was disturbed in mind.

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There was a steaming mist in all the hollows, and it had roamed

in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking rest and

finding none. A clammy and intensely cold mist, it made its slow

way through the air in ripples that visibly followed and overspread

one another, as the waves of an unwholesome sea might