Suddenly desisting from this elegant occupation, his eye caught sight of the parson's shovel-hat, which lay on a chair in the corner.
"You're a clergyman, I reckon, sir," said the traveller, with a slight sneer.
Again Mr.Dale bowed,--bowed in part deprecatingly, in part with dignity.

It was a bow that said, "No offence, sir, but I am a clergyman, and I'm not ashamed of it." "Going far ?" asked the traveller.
PARSON.--"Not very." TRAVELLER.--"In a chaise or fly?
If so, and we are going the same way, halves." PARSON.--"Halves ?" TRAVELLER.--"Yes, I'll pay half the damage, pikes inclusive." PARSON.--"You are very good, sir.

But" (spoken with pride) "I am on horseback." TRAVELLER.--"On horseback! Well, I should not have guessed that! You don't look like it.

Where did you say you were going ?" "I did not say where I was going, sir," said the parson, dryly, for he was much offended at that vague and ungrammatical remark applicable to his horsemanship, that "he did not look like it." "Close!" said the traveller, laughing; "an old traveller, I reckon." The parson made no reply, but he took up his shovel-hat, and, with a bow more majestic than the previous one, walked out to see if his pad had finished her corn.
The animal had indeed finished all the corn afforded to her, which was not much, and in a few minutes more Mr.Dale resumed his journey.

He had performed about three miles, when the sound of wheels behind him made him turn his head; and he perceived a chaise driven very fast, while out of the windows thereof dangled strangely a pair of human legs.