circumstances, my only regret is that I did not kick him harder.

"Now go and fetch your own tools!" I cried, shaking off the
yoke of servitude. "I won't be your stable-boy any longer!"

Then, perforce, he gathered up the crockery, marched off
in disgrace, and came back with a molasses-hogshead, or a
wash-tub, or some such overgrown mastodon, to turn his
sixpenny-worth of oats into.

Having fed our mettlesome steed, the next thing was to water
him. The Anakim remembered to have seen a pump with a trough
somewhere, and they proposed to reconnoitre while we should
"wait BY the wagon" their return. No, I said we would drive
on to the pump, while they walked.

"You drive!" ejaculated Halicarnassus, contemptuously.

Now I do not, as a general thing, have an overweening respect
for female teamsters. There is but one woman in the world to
whose hands I confide the reins and my bones with entire
equanimity; and she says, that, when she is driving, she dreads
of all things to meet a driving woman. If a man said this, it
might be set down to prejudice. I don't make any account of
Halicarnassus's assertion, that, if two women walking in the
road on a muddy day meet a carriage, they never keep together,
but invariably one runs to the right and one to the left, so
that the driver cannot favor them at all, but has to crowd
between them, and drive both into the mud. That is palpably
interested false witness. He thinks it is fine fun to push