Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely RomanceMacDonald, George
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Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance
MacDonald, George
Christian fiction; Highlands (Scotland) -- Fiction
Aggie had taken the head of the near horse, and Cosmo took that of
the off one. Their driver said nothing, letting them do as they
pleased. With some difficulty, for they had to be more than
ordinarily cautious, the road being indistinguishable from the
ditches they knew here bounded it on both sides, they got the
carriage round. But when the weary animals received the tempest in
their faces, instead of pulling they backed, would have turned
again, and for some time were not to be induced to front it. Agnes
and Cosmo had to employ all their powers of persuasion, first to
get them to stand still, and then to advance a little. Gradually,
by leading, and patting, and continuous encouraging in language
they understood, they were coaxed as far as the parish road, and
there turning their sides to the wind, and no longer their eyes and
noses, they began to move with a little will of their own; for
horses have so much hope, that the mere fact of having made a turn
is enough to revive them with the expectation of cover and food and
repose. They reached presently a more sheltered part of the road,
and if now and then they had to drag the carriage through deeper
snow, they were no longer buffeted by the cruel wind or stung by
its frost-arrows.
All this time the gentleman inside slept--nor was it surprising;
for, lunching at the last town, and not finding the wine fit to
drink, he had fallen back upon an accomplishment of his youth, and
betaken himself to toddy. That he had found that at least fit to
drink was proved by the state in which he was now carried along.
They reached at last the steep ascent from the parish road to
Castle Warlock. The two conductors, though they had no leisure to
confer on the subject, were equally anxious as to whether the
horses would face it; but the moment their heads came round,
whether only that it was another turn with its fresh hope, or that
the wind brought some stray odour of hay or oats to their wide
nostrils, I cannot tell, but finding the ground tolerably clear,
they took to it with a will, and tore up with the last efforts of
all but exhausted strength, Cosmo and Aggie running along beside
them, and talking to them all the way. The only difficulty was to
get the lad on the box to give them their heads.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE CASTLE INN.
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