So I paid the man the money, who, turning round, shouted to the guard--"All right, Jem; got fare to -- -;" and forthwith whipped on his horses, especially the off-hand leader, for whom he seemed to entertain a particular spite, to greater speed than before--the horses flew.
A young moon gave a feeble light, partially illuminating a line of road which, appearing by no means interesting, I the less regretted having paid my money for the privilege of being hurried along it in the flying vehicle.

We frequently changed horses; and at last my friend the coachman was replaced by another, the very image of himself--hawk nose, red face, with narrow-rimmed hat and fashionable benjamin.

After he had driven about fifty yards, the new coachman fell to whipping one of the horses.

"D--- this near-hand wheeler," said he, "the brute has got a corn." "Whipping him won't cure him of his corn," said I.

"Who told you to speak ?" said the driver, with an oath; "mind your own business; 'tisn't from the like of you I am to learn to drive 'orses." Presently I fell into a broken kind of slumber.