understood. And while we all were busy in our vocation, the horse that the other postilion was riding watched his opportunity, saw that nobody would interfere, reared up and flung himself back on the man. We thought at first the man was killed, however he came to after a time; and, though he was very much hurt and laid up for a long while, there are no bones broke. It is a great inconvenience on this sort of occasion not knowing the language. However, Mr and Captain came up to us, and we got hold of a hackery (or bullock-cart), and made up a good bed on it for the man, and left some of the syces to take care of him, and came home safely after half an hour’s delay; but such a scene altogether I never witnessed. My nerves, which were very good in a carriage, are becoming utterly ruined from the starting and kicking state the horses always are in.
A ship sails to-morrow, so this must be finished. We had such a delicious storm last night—such thunder!—it has cleared the air wonderfully. It thinned our Tuesday’s ball too.
I think you will like to know that we are all
