bundles on--and off we set upon our pilgrimage.

PART ONE, CHAPTER EIGHT.

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 trowsers, 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 d