rents in their garments, and various lacerations from the brambles. The next thing to be done was, to unharness the horse. This complicated process having been effected, the party walked slowly forward, leading the horse among them, and abandoning the chaise to its fate.
An hour's walking brought the travellers to a little road-side public-house, with two elm trees, a horse trough, and a sign post, in front; one or two deformed hay-ricks behind, a kitchen garden at the side, and rotten sheds and mouldering out-houses jumbled in strange confusion all about it. A red-headed man was working in the garden; and to him Mr. Pickwick called lustily — "Hallo there!"
The red-headed man raised his body, shaded his eyes with his hand, and stared, long and coolly, at Mr. Pickwick and his companions.
"Hallo there!" repeated Mr. Pickwick.
"Hallo!" was the red-headed man's reply.
"How far is it to Dingley Dell?"
"Better er seven mile."
"Is it a good road?"
"No, t'ant." Having uttered this brief reply, and apparently satisfied himself with another scrutiny, the red-headed man resumed his work.
"We want to put this horse up here," said Mr. Pickwick; "I suppose we can, can't we?"
"Want to put that ere horse up, do ee?" repeated the red-headed man, leaning on his spade.
"Of course," replied Mr. Pickwick, who had by this time advanced, horse in hand, to the garden rails.
"Missus" — roared the man with the red head, emerging from the garden, and looking very hard at the horse "Missus!"
A tall bony woman — straight all the way down — in a coarse blue pelisse, with the waist an inch or two below her arm-pits, responded to the call.
"Can we put this horse up here, my good woman?" said
