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You
know
that
’
s
true
,
and
if
the
horses
don
’
t
work
we
must
starve
,
and
I
and
my
children
have
known
what
that
is
before
now
.
I
’
ve
six
of
’
em
,
and
only
one
earns
anything
;
I
am
on
the
stand
fourteen
or
sixteen
hours
a
day
,
and
I
haven
’
t
had
a
Sunday
these
ten
or
twelve
weeks
;
you
know
Skinner
never
gives
a
day
if
he
can
help
it
,
and
if
I
don
’
t
work
hard
,
tell
me
who
does
!
I
want
a
warm
coat
and
a
mackintosh
,
but
with
so
many
to
feed
how
can
a
man
get
it
?
I
had
to
pledge
my
clock
a
week
ago
to
pay
Skinner
,
and
I
shall
never
see
it
again
.
”
Some
of
the
other
drivers
stood
round
nodding
their
heads
and
saying
he
was
right
.
The
man
went
on
:
“
You
that
have
your
own
horses
and
cabs
,
or
drive
for
good
masters
,
have
a
chance
of
getting
on
and
a
chance
of
doing
right
;
I
haven
’
t
.
We
can
’
t
charge
more
than
sixpence
a
mile
after
the
first
,
within
the
four
-
mile
radius
.
This
very
morning
I
had
to
go
a
clear
six
miles
and
only
took
three
shillings
.
I
could
not
get
a
return
fare
,
and
had
to
come
all
the
way
back
;
there
’
s
twelve
miles
for
the
horse
and
three
shillings
for
me
.
After
that
I
had
a
three
-
mile
fare
,
and
there
were
bags
and
boxes
enough
to
have
brought
in
a
good
many
twopences
if
they
had
been
put
outside
;
but
you
know
how
people
do
;
all
that
could
be
piled
up
inside
on
the
front
seat
were
put
in
and
three
heavy
boxes
went
on
the
top
.
That
was
sixpence
,
and
the
fare
one
and
sixpence
;
then
I
got
a
return
for
a
shilling
.
Now
that
makes
eighteen
miles
for
the
horse
and
six
shillings
for
me
;
there
’
s
three
shillings
still
for
that
horse
to
earn
and
nine
shillings
for
the
afternoon
horse
before
I
touch
a
penny
.
Of
course
,
it
is
not
always
so
bad
as
that
,
but
you
know
it
often
is
,
and
I
say
’
tis
a
mockery
to
tell
a
man
that
he
must
not
overwork
his
horse
,
for
when
a
beast
is
downright
tired
there
’
s
nothing
but
the
whip
that
will
keep
his
legs
a
-
going
;
you
can
’
t
help
yourself
—
you
must
put
your
wife
and
children
before
the
horse
;
the
masters
must
look
to
that
,
we
can
’
t
.
I
don
’
t
ill
-
use
my
horse
for
the
sake
of
it
;
none
of
you
can
say
I
do
.
There
’
s
wrong
lays
somewhere
—
never
a
day
’
s
rest
,
never
a
quiet
hour
with
the
wife
and
children
.
I
often
feel
like
an
old
man
,
though
I
’
m
only
forty
-
five
.
You
know
how
quick
some
of
the
gentry
are
to
suspect
us
of
cheating
and
overcharging
;
why
,
they
stand
with
their
purses
in
their
hands
counting
it
over
to
a
penny
and
looking
at
us
as
if
we
were
pickpockets
.
I
wish
some
of
’
em
had
got
to
sit
on
my
box
sixteen
hours
a
day
and
get
a
living
out
of
it
and
eighteen
shillings
beside
,
and
that
in
all
weathers
;
they
would
not
be
so
uncommon
particular
never
to
give
us
a
sixpence
over
or
to
cram
all
the
luggage
inside
.
Of
course
,
some
of
’
em
tip
us
pretty
handsome
now
and
then
,
or
else
we
could
not
live
;
but
you
can
’
t
depend
upon
that
.
”
The
men
who
stood
round
much
approved
this
speech
,
and
one
of
them
said
,
“
It
is
desperate
hard
,
and
if
a
man
sometimes
does
what
is
wrong
it
is
no
wonder
,
and
if
he
gets
a
dram
too
much
who
’
s
to
blow
him
up
?
”
Jerry
had
taken
no
part
in
this
conversation
,
but
I
never
saw
his
face
look
so
sad
before
.
The
governor
had
stood
with
both
his
hands
in
his
pockets
;
now
he
took
his
handkerchief
out
of
his
hat
and
wiped
his
forehead
“
You
’
ve
beaten
me
,
Sam
,
”
he
said
,
“
for
it
’
s
all
true
,
and
I
won
’
t
cast
it
up
to
you
any
more
about
the
police
;
it
was
the
look
in
that
horse
’
s
eye
that
came
over
me
.
It
is
hard
lines
for
man
and
it
is
hard
lines
for
beast
,
and
who
’
s
to
mend
it
I
don
’
t
know
:
but
anyway
you
might
tell
the
poor
beast
that
you
were
sorry
to
take
it
out
of
him
in
that
way
.
Sometimes
a
kind
word
is
all
we
can
give
’
em
,
poor
brutes
,
and
’
tis
wonderful
what
they
do
understand
.
”
A
few
mornings
after
this
talk
a
new
man
came
on
the
stand
with
Sam
’
s
cab
.
“
Halloo
!
”
said
one
,
“
what
’
s
up
with
Seedy
Sam
?
”
“
He
’
s
ill
in
bed
,
”
said
the
man
;
“
he
was
taken
last
night
in
the
yard
,
and
could
scarcely
crawl
home
.
His
wife
sent
a
boy
this
morning
to
say
his
father
was
in
a
high
fever
and
could
not
get
out
,
so
I
’
m
here
instead
.
”
