Charles Edward Carryl

“ Fortunately his legs carried him along so remarkably well that he felt he could run for a week; and, indeed, he might have done so if he had not, at a sharp turn in the road, come suddenly upon a horse and cab. The horse was fast asleep when Davy dashed against him, but he woke up with a start, and, after whistling like a locomotive once or twice in a very alarming manner, went to sleep again. He was a very frowsy-looking horse, with great lumps at his knees and a long, crooked neck like a camel’s ”

“ It seemed rather strange to be spoken to by a cab-horse, but Davy answered that he was feeling quite well.
“So am I,” said Ribsy. “The fact is, that when it comes to beating a horse about the head with a three-legged stool, if that horse is going to leave at all, it’s time he was off.”
“I should think it was,” said Davy, earnestly.
“You’ll observe, of course, that I’ve kept on my shoes and my collar,” said Ribsy. “It isn’t genteel to go barefoot, and nothing makes a fellow look so untidy as going about without a collar. ”

“ Presently there was a loud trampling overhead, and Davy, putting his head out at the window, saw that the cabman had climbed up on top of the cab and was throwing stones at the horse, which was still sleeping peacefully.
The cabman had climbed up on top of the cab and was throwing stones at the horse. “It’s all right,” said the cabman, cheerfully, as he caught sight of Davy. “If he doesn’t start pretty soon I’ll give him some snuff. That always wakes him up.” ”