The Englishmen came out from dinner, and were delighted to see the horses prancing and pawing as if anxious to start.
"Ha! my deah fellah, now we will 'ave a fine ride this hafternoon," said one of them.
"By Jove! those are the kind of 'orses they hought to 'ave on hall the teams," remarked another.
"Are you the lad who is going to drive to-day ?" asked another of Bob.
"Yes, gentlemen," answered Bob, "I'll show you how we stage it in this country." Bob mounted the box, gathered the lines, and pulling the horses strongly by the bits, he sang out to the Englishmen, "All aboard!" Bob's companion on the box was Capt.

Cricket; a little fellow who was the messenger of the coach.

After everybody was seated, Bob told the stock-tenders to "turn 'em loose." We, who were standing around to see the stage start out, expected it would go off at a lively rate.

We were considerably surprised, therefore, when, after the horses had made a few lively jumps, Bob put on the big California brakes and brought them down to a walk.

The road, for a distance of four miles, gradually rose to the top of a hill, and all the way up this ascent, Bob held the impatient team in check.
"Blarst your heyes, driver, why don't you let them go ?" exclaimed one of the passengers, who had all along been expecting a very brisk ride.