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‘
Do
come
and
hold
him
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
the
very
personation
of
kindness
and
humanity
:
he
threw
the
reins
on
the
horse
’
s
back
,
and
having
descended
from
his
seat
,
carefully
drew
the
chaise
into
the
hedge
,
lest
anything
should
come
along
the
road
,
and
stepped
back
to
the
assistance
of
his
distressed
companion
,
leaving
Mr
.
Tupman
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
in
the
vehicle
.
The
horse
no
sooner
beheld
Mr
.
Pickwick
advancing
towards
him
with
the
chaise
whip
in
his
hand
,
than
he
exchanged
the
rotary
motion
in
which
he
had
previously
indulged
,
for
a
retrograde
movement
of
so
very
determined
a
character
,
that
it
at
once
drew
Mr
.
Winkle
,
who
was
still
at
the
end
of
the
bridle
,
at
a
rather
quicker
rate
than
fast
walking
,
in
the
direction
from
which
they
had
just
come
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
ran
to
his
assistance
,
but
the
faster
Mr
.
Pickwick
ran
forward
,
the
faster
the
horse
ran
backward
.
There
was
a
great
scraping
of
feet
,
and
kicking
up
of
the
dust
;
and
at
last
Mr
.
Winkle
,
his
arms
being
nearly
pulled
out
of
their
sockets
,
fairly
let
go
his
hold
.
The
horse
paused
,
stared
,
shook
his
head
,
turned
round
,
and
quietly
trotted
home
to
Rochester
,
leaving
Mr
.
Winkle
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
gazing
on
each
other
with
countenances
of
blank
dismay
.
A
rattling
noise
at
a
little
distance
attracted
their
attention
.
They
looked
up
.
‘
Bless
my
soul
!
’
exclaimed
the
agonised
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
there
’
s
the
other
horse
running
away
!
’
It
was
but
too
true
.
The
animal
was
startled
by
the
noise
,
and
the
reins
were
on
his
back
.
The
results
may
be
guessed
.
He
tore
off
with
the
four
-
wheeled
chaise
behind
him
,
and
Mr
.
Tupman
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
in
the
four
-
wheeled
chaise
.
The
heat
was
a
short
one
.
Mr
.
Tupman
threw
himself
into
the
hedge
,
Mr
.
Snodgrass
followed
his
example
,
the
horse
dashed
the
four
—
wheeled
chaise
against
a
wooden
bridge
,
separated
the
wheels
from
the
body
,
and
the
bin
from
the
perch
;
and
finally
stood
stock
still
to
gaze
upon
the
ruin
he
had
made
.
The
first
care
of
the
two
unspilt
friends
was
to
extricate
their
unfortunate
companions
from
their
bed
of
quickset
—
a
process
which
gave
them
the
unspeakable
satisfaction
of
discovering
that
they
had
sustained
no
injury
,
beyond
sundry
rents
in
their
garments
,
and
various
lacerations
from
the
brambles
.
The
next
thing
to
be
done
was
to
unharness
the
horse
.
This
complicated
process
having
been
effected
,
the
party
walked
slowly
forward
,
leading
the
horse
among
them
,
and
abandoning
the
chaise
to
its
fate
.
An
hour
’
s
walk
brought
the
travellers
to
a
little
road
-
side
public
-
house
,
with
two
elm
-
trees
,
a
horse
trough
,
and
a
signpost
,
in
front
;
one
or
two
deformed
hay
-
ricks
behind
,
a
kitchen
garden
at
the
side
,
and
rotten
sheds
and
mouldering
outhouses
jumbled
in
strange
confusion
all
about
it
.
A
red
-
headed
man
was
working
in
the
garden
;
and
to
him
Mr
.
Pickwick
called
lustily
,
‘
Hollo
there
!
’
The
red
-
headed
man
raised
his
body
,
shaded
his
eyes
with
his
hand
,
and
stared
,
long
and
coolly
,
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
companions
.
‘
Hollo
there
!
’
repeated
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
