Maumee express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1837-1838, 1837-08-12

Let 'em co. cried the ostler-' hold
him in, sir; and away went the chaise,
and the saddle horse, with Mr.. Pick
wick on the box of the one, and Mr..
Wrinkle on the back of the other, to the
delight and qualification of the whole inn
yard.
what makes him go sideways 2 said
Mr.. Snodgrass in the bin, to Mr.. Win
kle in the saddle.
/ can't imagine replied Mr.. Win
kle. His horse was going up the street
in very mysterious manner--side first,
with his head towards one side of the
way, and his tail towards the other.
Mr.. Pickwick had no leisure to OBJ
serve either this, or any other particu-
lar, the whole of his faculties being con-
centrated in the management of the an
imal attached to the chaise, who display
ed various peculiarities, highly interest
ing to by-stander, but by no means
equally amusing TO any one seated be-
hind him. Besides constantly Jerking
his head up, in a very unpleasant and
uncomfortable manner, and tngging at
the reins to an extent which rendered it
a matter ofgreat difficulty for Mr.. Pick
wick to hold him, he had a singular
propensity for darting every now and
then to the side of the road, then stop
ping short, and then rushing forward for
some minutes, at speed which it was
wholly impossible to control.
what can he mean by this? said
Mr.. Snodgrass, when the horse had ex-
ecuted this manevuer for the twentieth
time.
Il don't know replied Mr.. Tupman !;
6 it looks very like shying, don't it ?"--
Mr.. Snodgrass was about to reply,
when he was interrupted by a shout
from Mr.. Pickwick.
'Woo,' said the gentleman, Il have
dropped my whip
Winkle,' cried Mr.. Snodgrass, as the
equestrian came trotting up on the tall
horse, with his hat over his ears: and
shaking all over, as if he would shake to
pieces, with the violence of the exer-
else, Pick Up that whip, there's good
fellow Mr.. Winkle pulled at the bri-
die Of the tall horse till he was black in
the face; and having at length succeed
cd in stopping him, dismounted, handed
the whip to Mr.. Pickwick, and grasping
the reias, prepared to remount.
Now whether the tall horse, in the
natural playfulness Of his disposition
was desirous of having little innocent
recreation with Mr.. Wrinkle, or whether
it occurred to him that he could perform
the journey as much to his satisfaction
without rider as with one, are points
upon which, of course, we can arrive al
no definite and distinct conclusion. By
whatever motives the animal was actu.
ated, certain it is that Mr.. Wrinkle had
no sooner touched the reins, than he
slipped them over his head, and darted
backwards to their full length.
Poor fellow said Mr.. Winkle, sooth.
ingly--' poor fellow--good old horse.
The poor fellow was proof against fiat.
terry: the more Mr.. Wrinkle tried to gel
nearer him, the more he sidled away
and, Notwithstanding all kinds of coax
ing and wheedling, there were Mr.. Win
kle and the horse going round each 9th
er for ten minutes at the end of which
time each was at precisely the same dis
tance from each other as when they first
commenced-an unsatisfactory sort Of
thing under any circumstances, but par
ticularly so in a lonely road, where no
assistance can be procured.
what am | to dol? shouted Mr.. Win
kle after the lodging had been prolonged
for considerable time. What am | to
do? | can't get on him 7
sYou had better lead him till we come
to turnpike replied Mr.. Pickwick
from the chaise.
But he won't come,' roared Mr..
Wrinkle. DO come, and hold him.
Mr.. Pickwick was the very persona
ton of kindness and humanity: he threw
the reins on the horses back, and having
descended from his seat, carefully drew
the chaise into the hedge, lest anything
should come along the road, and stepped
back to the assistance of his distressed
companion, leaving Mr.. Tupman and
Mr.. Snodgrass in the vehicle.
The horse no sooner beheld Mr.. Pick.
wick advancing towards him, with the
chaise whip in his hand, than he ex-
changed the rotary motion in which he
bad previously indulged, for retrogade
movement Of so very determined char
acter, that it at once drew Mr.. Wrinkle,
who was still at the end of the bride, at