cart, and procure what I
wanted--the nearest town, according to my best calculation, lay about
five miles distant; I had no doubt, however, that by using ordinary
diligence, I should be back before evening. In order to go lighter, I
determined to leave my tent standing as it was, and all the things which
I had purchased of the tinker, just as they were. "I need not be
apprehensive on their account," said I, to myself; "nobody will come here
to meddle with them--the great recommendation of this place is its
perfect solitude--I dare say that I could live here six months without
seeing a single human visage. I will now harness my little gry and be
off to the town."

At a whistle which I gave, the little gry, which was feeding on the bank
near the uppermost part of the dingle, came running to me, for by this
time he had become so accustomed to me, that he would obey my call for
all the world as if he had been one of the canine species. "Now," said I
to him, "we are going to the town to buy bread for myself, and oats for
you--I am in a hurry to be back; therefore, I pray you to do your best,
and to draw me and the cart to the town with all possible speed, and to
bring us back; if you do your best, I promise you oats on your return.
You know the meaning of oats, Ambrol?"

Ambrol whinnied as if to let me know that he understood me perfectly
well, as indeed he well might, as I had never once fed him during the
time he had been in my possession without saying the word in question to
him. Now, Ambrol, in the Gypsy tongue, signifieth a pear.

So I caparisoned Ambrol, and then, going to the cart, I removed two or
three things from out it into the tent; I then lifted up the shafts, and
was just going to call to the pony to come and be fastened to them, when
I thought I heard a noise.

I stood stock still supporting the shafts of the little cart in my hand,
and bending the right side of my face slightly towards the ground; but I
could hear nothing; the noise which I thought I had heard was not one of
those sounds which I was accustomed to hear in that solitude, the note of
a bird, or the rustling of a bough; it was--there I heard it again, a
sound very much resembling the grating of a wheel amongst gravel. Could
it proceed from the road? Oh no, the road was too far distant for me to
hear the noise of anything moving along it. Again I listened, and now I
distinctly heard the sound of wheels, which seemed to be approaching t