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Pickwick
had
no
leisure
to
observe
either
this
or
any
other
particular
,
the
whole
of
his
faculties
being
concentrated
in
the
management
of
the
animal
attached
to
the
chaise
,
who
displayed
various
peculiarities
,
highly
interesting
to
a
bystander
,
but
by
no
means
equally
amusing
to
any
one
seated
behind
him
.
Besides
constantly
jerking
his
head
up
,
in
a
very
unpleasant
and
uncomfortable
manner
,
and
tugging
at
the
reins
to
an
extent
which
rendered
it
a
matter
of
great
difficulty
for
Mr
.
Pickwick
to
hold
them
,
he
had
a
singular
propensity
for
darting
suddenly
every
now
and
then
to
the
side
of
the
road
,
then
stopping
short
,
and
then
rushing
forward
for
some
minutes
,
at
a
speed
which
it
was
wholly
impossible
to
control
.
‘
What
CAN
he
mean
by
this
?
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
when
the
horse
had
executed
this
manoeuvre
for
the
twentieth
time
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Tupman
;
‘
it
looks
very
like
shying
,
don
’
t
it
?
’
Mr
.
Snodgrass
was
about
to
reply
,
when
he
was
interrupted
by
a
shout
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Woo
!
’
said
that
gentleman
;
‘
I
have
dropped
my
whip
.
’
‘
Winkle
,
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
as
the
equestrian
came
trotting
up
on
the
tall
horse
,
with
his
hat
over
his
ears
,
and
shaking
all
over
,
as
if
he
would
shake
to
pieces
,
with
the
violence
of
the
exercise
,
‘
pick
up
the
whip
,
there
’
s
a
good
fellow
.
’
Mr
.
Winkle
pulled
at
the
bridle
of
the
tall
horse
till
he
was
black
in
the
face
;
and
having
at
length
succeeded
in
stopping
him
,
dismounted
,
handed
the
whip
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
grasping
the
reins
,
prepared
to
remount
.
Now
whether
the
tall
horse
,
in
the
natural
playfulness
of
his
disposition
,
was
desirous
of
having
a
little
innocent
recreation
with
Mr
.
Winkle
,
or
whether
it
occurred
to
him
that
he
could
perform
the
journey
as
much
to
his
own
satisfaction
without
a
rider
as
with
one
,
are
points
upon
which
,
of
course
,
we
can
arrive
at
no
definite
and
distinct
conclusion
.
By
whatever
motives
the
animal
was
actuated
,
certain
it
is
that
Mr
.
Winkle
had
no
sooner
touched
the
reins
,
than
he
slipped
them
over
his
head
,
and
darted
backwards
to
their
full
length
.
‘
Poor
fellow
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
soothingly
—
‘
poor
fellow
—
good
old
horse
.
’
The
‘
poor
fellow
’
was
proof
against
flattery
;
the
more
Mr
.
Winkle
tried
to
get
nearer
him
,
the
more
he
sidled
away
;
and
,
notwithstanding
all
kinds
of
coaxing
and
wheedling
,
there
were
Mr
.
Winkle
and
the
horse
going
round
and
round
each
other
for
ten
minutes
,
at
the
end
of
which
time
each
was
at
precisely
the
same
distance
from
the
other
as
when
they
first
commenced
—
an
unsatisfactory
sort
of
thing
under
any
circumstances
,
but
particularly
so
in
a
lonely
road
,
where
no
assistance
can
be
procured
.
‘
What
am
I
to
do
?
’
shouted
Mr
.
Winkle
,
after
the
dodging
had
been
prolonged
for
a
considerable
time
.
‘
What
am
I
to
do
?
I
can
’
t
get
on
him
.
’
‘
You
had
better
lead
him
till
we
come
to
a
turnpike
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
from
the
chaise
.
‘
But
he
won
’
t
come
!
’
roared
Mr
.
Winkle
.
