"Is it to be east, west, north, or south, Japhet?" said Timothy.
"The wise men came from the east," replied I.
"Then they must have travelled west," said Tim; "let us show our wisdom
by doing the same."
"Agreed."
Passing by a small shop, we purchased two good sticks, as defenders, as
well as to hang our bundles on--and off we set upon our pilgrimage.
Chapter VIII
We take a coach, but the driver does not like his fare and hits us
foul--We change our mode of travelling upon the principle of slow
and sure, and fall in with a very learned man.
I believe it to be a very general custom, when people set off upon a
journey, to reckon up their means--that is, to count the money which
they may have in their pockets. At all events, this was done by Timothy
and me, and I found that my stock amounted to twenty-two pounds
eighteen shillings, and Timothy's to the five guineas presented by Mr
Cophagus, and three halfpence which were in the corner of his waistcoat
pocket--sum total, twenty-eight pounds three shillings and three
halfpence; a very handsome sum, as we thought, with which to commence
our peregrinations, and, as I observed to Timothy, sufficient to last us
for a considerable time, if husbanded with care.
"Yes," replied he, "but we must husband our legs also, Japhet, or we
shall soon be tired, and very soon wear out our shoes. I vote we take a
hackney coach."
"Take a hackney coach, Tim! we mustn't think of it; we cannot afford
such a luxury; you can't be tired yet, we are now only just clear of
Hyde Park Corner."
"Still I think we had better take a coach, Japhet, and here is one
coming. I always do take one when I carry out medicines, to make up for
the time I lose looking at the shops, and playing peg in the ring."
I now understood what Timothy meant, which was, to get behind and have a
ride for nothing. I consented to this arrangement, and we got up behind
one which was already well filled inside. "The only difference between
an inside and outside passenger in a hackney coach, is that one pays,
and the other does not," said I, to Timothy, as we rolled along at the
act of parliament speed of four miles per hour.
"That depends upon circumstances: if we are found out, in all
probability we shall not only have our ride, but be _paid_ into the
bargain."
"With the coachman's whip, I presume?"
"Exactly." And Timothy had hardly time to get the word out of his mouth,
when flac, flac, came the whip across our eyes--a little envious wretch,
with his shirt hanging out of his trousers, having called out, _Cut
behind!_ Not wishing to have our faces, or our behinds cut any more, we
hastily descended, and reached the footpath, after having gained about
three miles on the road before we were discovered.
"That wasn't a bad lift, Japhet, and as for the whip I never mind that
with _corduroys_. And now, Japhet, I'll tell you something; we must get
into a wagon, if we can find one going down the road, as soon as it is
dark."
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