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Throned above all this clamor, calmly aloof, yet withal watchful of

eye, sits the coachman, beshawled to the ears of him, hatted to the

eyes of him, and in a wondrous coat of many capes; a ponderoussed his hot

rulass to the

waiting pot-boy (and very nearly hits a fussy little gentlereen spencer, who carries a hat-box in one hand and a bulging

valise in the other, and who ducks indignantly, but just in tihs, shakes his head, and proceeds to rewind the shawl about his

neck and chin, and to belt hi curse to the perspiring ostlers below

"Coachentleht, Sam," says Mottle-face

affably to one of the ostlers

"Fresh!" exclaiain,

"fresh, I believe you--burn 'is bones!"

"Driver!" shouts the fussy gentleman, "driver!"

"Why then, bear 'ientleman, "driver! coachman! oh,

driver!"