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I wish you'd come yesterday, though, as I said before, I jest had two of the neatest nags a bay and a grey not that colour makes any matter to a judge like you; there's no sounder sayin' than that a good oss is not never of a bad colour; only to a young gemman, you know, it's well to have 'em smart, and the ticket, in short; howsomever, I must do the best I can for you, and if there's nothin' in that tickles your fancy, why, you must give me a few days to see if I can arrange an exchange with some other gent; but the present is like to be a werry haggiwatin' season; had more happlications for osses nor ever I remembers, and I've been a dealer now, man and boy, turned of eight-and-thirty years; but young gents is whimsical, and it was a young 'un wot got these, and there's no sayin' but he mayn't like them indeed, one's rayther difficult to ride that's to say, the grey, the neatest of the two, and he may come back, and if so, you shall have him; and a safer, sweeter oss was never seen, or one more like to do credit to a gent: but you knows what an oss is, Mr.
He threw the box-door open with the air of a man who is going to exhibit a picture of his own painting. "It's a pity to let him go," said the groom, with a sigh. "Where'll you get another as can touch him when the ground's deep, like it was last March? I've had a many to look after, first and last; but such a kind 'oss to do for in the stable I never see.
But now, glancing round, he saw that the shabby man had turned away, and was trudging heavily out of the yard, therefore Barnabas hastened after him, and touched him upon the arm. "I'm sorry you were disappointed," said he. "Is it about the 'oss you mean, sir?" inquired the shabby man, touching his hat. "Yes." "Why, it do come a bit 'ard-like to ha' lost 'im, sir, arter waiting my chance so long.
Jorrocks' remark that "the less a man knows about an 'oss, the more he expects" is perfectly true; for such persons seem to regard horses as machines, and are ever ready to slash them with the whip across the head, or any other part on which they think they can inflict most pain, and then when animals resent such cruelty, they dub them bad-tempered brutes!
'Ere's a corner beside me ye could sit in the waggon if ye liked, but it's 'ard as nails. 'Ere's a bit of 'oss- cloth for a cushion." The girl sprang up as he bade her and was soon seated. "Ye're a light 'un an' a little 'un, an' a young 'un," he said, with a chuckle "an' what ye're doin' all alone i' the wake o' the marnin' is more than yer own mother knows, I bet!" "I have no mother," she said.
Only last week one sent me a specification of what she'd marry me for, and I declare her dress, alone, came to more than I have to find myself in clothes, ball-and concert-tickets, keep an 'oss, go to theatres, buy lozenges, letter-paper, and everything else with.
"I am an official of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. You are laying yourself open to a fine for your treatment of this poor brute." "I'll lay myself open for a fine for the treatment of something else, if you don't quid 'old of my 'oss," the carter retorted, throwing his whip back into the waggon and coming a step nearer. "D'yer 'ear?
It was well on in the afternoon when Barnabas, booted and spurred, stepped out into the sunshine where old Gabriel Martin walked "The Terror" to and fro before the door. "Very glad to see you out and about again, sir," said he, beaming of face and with a finger at his grizzled temple. "Thank you, Martin." "And so is the 'oss, sir look at 'im!"
The vehicle was soon in motion, and its ponderous roll enchanted the heart of the grocer. Independently of the novelty, he was in a humour to be pleased, and everything with him was couleur de rose. Not so the Yorkshireman's right-hand neighbour, who lounged in the corner, muffled up in his cloak, muttering and cursing at every jolt of the diligence, as it bumped across the gutters and jolted along the streets of Boulogne. At length having got off the pavement, after crushing along at a trot through the soft road that immediately succeeds, they reached the little hill near Mr. Gooseman's farm, and the horses gradually relaxed into a walk, when he burst forth with a tremendous oath, swearing that he had "travelled three hundred thousand miles, and never saw horses walk up such a bit of a bank before." He looked round the diligence in the expectation of someone joining him, but no one deigned a reply, so, with a growl and a jerk of his shoulders, he again threw himself into his corner. The dragoon and the French lady then began narrating the histories of their lives, as the French people always do, and Mr. Jorrocks and the Yorkshireman sat looking at each other. At length Mr. Jorrocks, pulling his dictionary and Madame de Genlis out of his pocket, observed, "I quite forgot to ask the guard at what time we dine most important consideration, for I hold it unfair to takes one's stomach by surprise, and a man should have due notice, that he may tune his appetite accordingly. I have always thought, that there's as much dexterity required to bring an appetite to table in the full bloom of perfection, as there is in training an 'oss to run on a particular day. Let me see," added he, turning over the pages of de Genlis "it will be under the head of eating and drinking, I suppose. Here it is (opens and reads) 'I have a good appetite I am hungry I am werry hungry I am almost starved' that won't do 'I have eaten enough' that won't do either 'To breakfast' no. But here it is, by Jingo 'Dialogue before dinner' capital book for us travellers, this Mrs. de Genlis (reads) 'Pray, take dinner with us to-day, I shall give you plain fare. That means rough and enough, I suppose," observed Mr. Jorrocks to the Yorkshireman. "'What time do we dine to-day? French: A quelle heure dinons-nous aujourd'hui? Italian: A che hora (ora) si prancey (pranza) oggi?" "Ah, Monsieur, vous parlez Français
We know the ins and outs of Turf Law a trifle too well to be caught napping. A neater thing weren't ever done, if it hadn't been that the paint was put a trifle too thick. The 'oss should have just run ill, and not knocked over, clean out o' time like that. However, there ain't no odds a-crying over spilt milk. If the Club do come a inquiry, we'll show 'em a few tricks that'll puzzle 'em.
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