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How I enjoyed the pudding and milk and bread and butter! "I guess you've gone through the second peril that ol' Kate spoke of," said Aunt Deel as I went up-stairs. Uncle Peabody went out to look at the horses. When I awoke in the morning I observed that Uncle Peabody's bed had not been slept in. I hurried down and heard that our off-horse had died in the night of colic. Aunt Deel was crying.
Also, with the collar in position, he was but a moment in adjusting the hames, making fast the bottom strap, and hooking the tugs securely. With everything in readiness he then caught up the reins and the whip, and stepped away to begin the real work of breaking. "Haya!" he cried, and touched up the off-horse. She started forward, as always with this command from her master.
Rod, the off-horse of the pair, had been standing with one hip lifted, like a tired cow; and you could only tell by the quick flutter of the haw across his eye, from time to time, that he was paying any attention to the argument. He thrust his jaw out sidewise, as his habit is when he pulls, and changed his leg.
It was pleasant, looking downward into the little old piazza and narrow streets, to see the swarm of life on the pavement, the life of to-day just as new as if it had never been lived before; the citizens, the priests, the soldiers, the mules and asses with their panniers, the diligence lumbering along, with a postilion in a faded crimson coat bobbing up and down on the off-horse.
"He calls working from sunrise until it's dark, and afterwards now and then, amusement!" She looked back at Wyllard. "I believe it isn't quite easy for you to hold your back as straight as you are doing, and that off-horse certainly looks as if it wanted to lie down." Wyllard laughed. "It won't until after supper, anyway. There are two more rows of furrows still to do."
Whether it be a monument of some man dead long ago, or have been made their goal in the race by ancient men, this now is the mark fixed by fleet-footed Achilles. Wherefore do thou drive close and bear thy horses and chariot hard thereon, and lean thy body on the well-knit car slightly to their left, and call upon the off-horse with voice and lash, and give him rein from thy hand.
"Yet his off-horse is not such a bad one. For a long time past I have been wanting to get hold of it. A man like that is simply impossible. Yes, he is a Thetuk, a regular Thetuk." With that they repaired to the parlour, where, on Porphyri bringing candles, Chichikov perceived that his host had produced a pack of cards.
It was pleasant, looking downward into the little old piazza and narrow streets, to see the swarm of life on the pavement, the life of to-day just as new as if it had never been lived before; the citizens, the priests, the soldiers, the mules and asses with their panniers, the diligence lumbering along, with a postilion in a faded crimson coat bobbing up and down on the off-horse.
Beyond, he swung back again, leaned and flicked an early horse-fly from the ribs of the off-horse, touched the other one up a bit with his whip and settled back at ease, tilting his hat at quite another angle. "Oh, where have yuh been, Billy boy, Billy boy? Oh, where have yuh been, charming Billy?" He hummed, in a care-free way that would have been perfectly maddening to any one with nerves.
Still more amazed, she recognized, standing near the head of the off-horse, the state-executioner. This repulsive public character, tolerated but despised and loathed, was the last living creature in or about Rome who would dare to approach a Vestal. At sight of him she was inundated with a hot flood of wrath.
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