What impressed me was the evident accustomedness of both driver and horses to this method of working down a hill.
Evidently to them it appeared a short and convenient cut.

I should not have been surprised had the man suggested our strapping ourselves in, and then rolling over and over, carriage and all, to the bottom.
Another peculiarity of the German coachman is that he never attempts to pull in or to pull up.

He regulates his rate of speed, not by the pace of the horse, but by manipulation of the brake.

For eight miles an hour he puts it on slightly, so that it only scrapes the wheel, producing a continuous sound as of the sharpening of a saw; for four miles an hour he screws it down harder, and you travel to an accompaniment of groans and shrieks, suggestive of a symphony of dying pigs.

When he desires to come to a full stop, he puts it on to its full.