been hired for that purpoſe. The black figure did not ſeem to reliſh the ſociety; he turned the horſes into another road; the horſeman took the ſame: and however often the driver changed his courſe, he could not get rid of his troubleſome companion, who followed as faithfully as if he had been tethered to the coach. This ſurpriſed him much, eſpecially as he remarked that the rider’s ſteed wanted a leg; notwithſtanding which the three-footed Roſinante moved very upright, and croſſed the ruts without making a falſe ſtep. The ſwarthy poſtilion began to grow a little uneaſy: he was apprehenſive leſt his Number-Nip’s part would be ſoon over, now the true Number-Nip had himſelf entered upon the ſtage.
After ſome time the rider turning his horſe rode cloſe up to the driver, and aſked, in a voice of confidence, ‘Whither away, countryman, without an head?’ ‘Whither away! whither ſhould one go, but, as thou ſeeſt, where one’s noſe points?’
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