Who or what they were it was difficult to make out, for they had wrapped themselves up so completely in their shaggy woollen mantles, or _gubas_, and drawn their hoods so low down over their heads, that they had no resemblance to anything human.

Moreover, they were sleeping soundly.

Both their heads were jig-jogging right and left, and only now and then one or the other, and sometimes both at the same time, would be thrown backwards by the jolting of the waggon, or they would bump their heads together, and at such times would sit bolt upright as if determined to say, "Now, I really am _not_ asleep!" and the next instant off they were nodding again.
The body of the waggon was fenced about with large baskets, whose rotundity warranted the suspicion that they must be stuffed with plenty of all sorts.

The basket on the back seat moved slightly now and then, and, therefore, might fairly have been assumed to contain some living creature, which the two gentlemen held in high honour or they would not have given up the best seat to it.

Presently a more violent concussion than usual tilted the basket over, when, after a desperate struggle, the mysterious something poked out its head, and revealed to the world a beautiful greyhound.