When he was suitably packed, with due regard to the probable tenderness of wrist and ankle in one brought up in luxury, the boy and I carried him to the wagon.
He was a heavy load, and we may have bumped him a little, but his sleep was not disturbed.

Then we drove him to the express office.

This was at the railroad station, and the station-master was also express agent.

At first he was not inclined to receive my parcel, but when I assured him that all sorts of live things were sent by express, and that I could see no reason for making an exception in this case, he added my arguments to his own disposition, as a house-holder, to see the goods forwarded to their destination, and so gave me a receipt, and pasted a label on the ex-broker's shoulder.

I set no value on the package, which I prepaid.
"Now then," said the station-master, "he'll go all right, if the express agent on the train will take him." This matter was soon settled, for, in a few minutes, the train stopped at the station.