Produced by Julia Miller and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) [Illustration: _Photographed from Life by Maull & C^{o}. London._] HINTS ON DRIVING. BY C. S. WARD, THE WELL-KNOWN "WHIP OF THE WEST," PAXTON STABLES, OPPOSITE TATTERSALL'S. LONDON: PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR, 74, LITTLE CADOGAN PLACE, BELGRAVIA. 1870. HINTS ON DRIVING. BY C. S. WARD, THE WELL-KNOWN "WHIP OF THE WEST," _Paxton Stables (opposite Tattersall's)._ It has been said, and not, perhaps, without reason, that a man who is conscious that he possesses some practical knowledge of a science, and yet refrains from giving the public the benefit of his information, is open to the imputation of selfishness. To avoid that charge, as far as lies in my power, I purpose, in the course of the following pages, to give my readers the benefit of my tolerably long experience in the art of driving four horses--an art which I acquired under the following circumstances.-- My father was a coach proprietor as well as a coachman, and, I am proud to say, one of the best whips of his day. He gave me many opportunities of driving a team. I will not, however, enter into all the details of my youthful career, but proceed to state, that at the early age of seventeen I was sent nightly with the Norwich and Ipswich Mail as far as Colchester, a distance of fifty-two miles. Never having previously travelled beyond Whitechapel Church, on that line of road, the change was rather trying for a beginner. But Fortune favoured me; and I drove His Majesty's Mail for nearly five years without an accident. I was then promoted to the "Quicksilver," Devonport Mail, the fastest at that time out of London. It must be admitted that I undertook this task under difficult circumstances--involving as it did, sixty miles a night--since many had tried it ineffectually, or at all events were unable to accomplish the duty satisfactorily. It is gratifying to me to reflect, that I drove this coach more than seven years without a single mishap. Getting at length rather tired of such incessant and monotonous nightly work, I applied for a change to my employer, the well-known and much-respected Mr. Chaplin, who at that time had seventeen hundred horses employed in coaching. His reply was characteristic. "I cannot find you all day coaches," said he; "besides, who am I to get to drive your Mail?" I must say, I thought this rather severe at the time, but, good and kind-hearted man as he was, he did not forget me.