It was an extremely long and heavily built vehicle and looked as if it dated from the 17th century.

The horse that was put into it looked as if it had been born about the same period.

The old man who held the solitary rein and sat over (p.

054) the third wheel under the bow looked to be of almost equal antiquity.
It must have been about thirty feet from the tip of the old horse's nose to the end of the cart.

However I was glad to get any means of transportation at all, so I followed the thing to the road where my kit was waiting, Murdoch MacDonald put all my worldly possessions on the equipage.