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With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way

through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles,

as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints. As often

as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a

wary "Wo-ho! so-ho-then!" the near leader violently shook his

head and everything upon it--like an unusually emphatic horse,

denying that the coach could be got up the hill. Whenever the

leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous

passenger might, and was disturbed in mind.