How Such A Creaky Person Came To Be A
Bath-Chair Man I Could Not Think, But It May Be That He Wanted To Stay
In Buxton For The Sake Of The Loose Gas Which Could Be Had For Nothing,
And That Bath-Chairing Was All He Could Get To Do.
I pitied the poor old fellow, who, if he had been a horse, would have
been no more than
Fourteen hands high, and as he went puffing along,
tugging and grunting as if I was a load of coal, I felt as if I
couldn't stand it another minute, and I called out to him to stop. It
did seem as if he would drop before he got me back to the hotel, and I
bounced out in no time, and then I walked in front of him and turned
around and looked at him. If it is possible for a human hack-horse to
have spavins in two joints in each leg, that man had them; and he
looked as if he couldn't remember what it was to have a good feed.
He seemed glad to rest, but didn't say anything, standing and looking
straight ahead of him like an old horse that has been stopped to let
him blow. He did look so dreadful feeble that I thought it would be a
mercy to take him to some member of the Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals and have him chloroformed. "Look here," said I, "you
are not fit to walk.
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