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’
The
deputy
restrained
the
animal
’
s
impetuosity
,
and
the
principal
ran
to
assist
Mr
.
Winkle
in
mounting
.
‘
T
’
other
side
,
sir
,
if
you
please
.
’
‘
Blowed
if
the
gen
’
lm
’
n
worn
’
t
a
-
gettin
’
up
on
the
wrong
side
,
’
whispered
a
grinning
post
-
boy
to
the
inexpressibly
gratified
waiter
.
Mr
.
Winkle
,
thus
instructed
,
climbed
into
his
saddle
,
with
about
as
much
difficulty
as
he
would
have
experienced
in
getting
up
the
side
of
a
first
-
rate
man
-
of
-
war
.
‘
All
right
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
an
inward
presentiment
that
it
was
all
wrong
.
‘
All
right
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
faintly
.
‘
Let
’
em
go
,
’
cried
the
hostler
.
—
‘
Hold
him
in
,
sir
;
’
and
away
went
the
chaise
,
and
the
saddle
-
horse
,
with
Mr
.
Pickwick
on
the
box
of
the
one
,
and
Mr
.
Winkle
on
the
back
of
the
other
,
to
the
delight
and
gratification
of
the
whole
inn
-
yard
.
‘
What
makes
him
go
sideways
?
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
in
the
bin
,
to
Mr
.
Winkle
in
the
saddle
.
‘
I
can
’
t
imagine
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
.
His
horse
was
drifting
up
the
street
in
the
most
mysterious
manner
—
side
first
,
with
his
head
towards
one
side
of
the
way
,
and
his
tail
towards
the
other
.
Mr
.
