John. Then, you mun think, Measter, there was some stowage for the belly, as well as th’ back too; such cargoes of plum cake, and baskets of tongues, and biscuits and cheese, and cold boiled beef, and then in case of sickness, bottles of cherry-brandy, plague-water, sack, tent, and strong beer, so plenty as made the owld coach crack again! Mercy upon ’em! and send ’em all well to town, I say.
Manly. Ay! and well on’t again, John.
John. Ods bud! Measter, you’re a wise mon; and for that matter, so am I. Whoam’s whoam, I say; I’m sure we got but little good e’er we turned our backs on’t. Nothing but mischief! Some devil’s trick or other plagued us, aw th’ day lung. Crack goes one thing: Bawnce goes another. Woa, says Roger. Then souse! we are all set fast in a sleugh. Whaw! cries Miss; scream go the maids; and bawl! just as thof’ they were struck! And so, mercy on us! this was the trade from morning to night.
Chapter the Sixth
EARLY GEORGIAN CARRIAGES
“May the proud chariot never be my fate,
If purchased at so mean, so dear a rate.
Oh, rather give me sweet content on foot,