It was not as cool work as delivering ice, and lacked a certain dash of romance present in the other trade, but it was lively and interesting in its own way, especially when Rufus would remain on his seat and let him carry packages in to people with a book for them to sign.
And there was the dray, driven by Trimble Cushman, drawn by two proud black horses of great strength.

This trade was a sort of elder, heavier brother of the express trade, conveying huge cases of merchandise from the freight depot to the shops of the town.

Progress was slower here than with the express wagon, or even the ice wagon; you had to do lots of backing, with much stern calling to the big horses, and often it took a long time to ease the big boxes to the sidewalk--time and grunting exclamations.

Still it was not unattractive to the dilettante, and he rode beside Trimble with profit to his knowledge of men and affairs.
But better than all, for a good loose trade involving the direction of horses, was driving the bus from the Mansion House to the depot.

The majestic yellow vehicle with its cushioned, lavishly decorated interior, its thronelike seat above the world, was an exciting affair, even when it rested in the stable yard.