The load being a ponderous one, the lane crooked, and the air so thick, Winterborne set out, as he often did, to accompany the team as far as the corner, where it would turn into a wider road.
So they rumbled on, shaking the foundations of the roadside cottages by the weight of their progress, the sixteen bells chiming harmoniously over all, till they had risen out of the valley and were descending towards the more open route, the sparks rising from their creaking skid and nearly setting fire to the dead leaves alongside.
Then occurred one of the very incidents against which the bells were an endeavor to guard.

Suddenly there beamed into their eyes, quite close to them, the two lamps of a carriage, shorn of rays by the fog.

Its approach had been quite unheard, by reason of their own noise.

The carriage was a covered one, while behind it could be discerned another vehicle laden with luggage.
Winterborne went to the head of the team, and heard the coachman telling the carter that he must turn back.

The carter declared that this was impossible.
"You can turn if you unhitch your string-horses," said the coachman.
"It is much easier for you to turn than for us," said Winterborne.
"We've five tons of timber on these wheels if we've an ounce." "But I've another carriage with luggage at my back." Winterborne admitted the strength of the argument.