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Title: Make your game, or, The adventures of the stout gentleman, the slim gentleman, and the man with the iron chest : a narrative of the Rhine and thereabouts
Year: 1860 (1860s)
Authors: Sala, George Augustus, 1828-1895
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Publisher: London : Ward and Lock
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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short stock, and a tre-mendously long lash, whose crackling sinuosities werehorrible to behold and hear. Never did postilionmake so good a use of his whip—not a better use, in-deed, could any human being make of an instrumentof torture whose accursed employment is fading outof prisons and barracks, and families and schools—whose lacerating agency is now confined chiefly todumb animals, and on those poor brutes even verbe-rated mainly by drivers brutal and unskilful, andwhich, ere long, this writer hopes will fade away fromthe world altogether. Eor no more good ever cameof whips and scourges than of racks and thumbscrews.The best use the German postilion made of \\hjlagcl-him was this: that he did not beat his horses there-with. Poor ill-groomed, ragged-tailed, scanty-maned,hollow-eyed animals, with their painfully-defined ana-tomical development, the rope harness chafing theirbaggy, rough hides, and their general look of beingtv. in brothers to that lamentable quadruped, standing
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MAKE YOlR GAME. 133 on a bleak heath, and taking a Pisgah view of aknackers-yard at Cow Cross, that yon remember inBewicks splendid, but unfinished woodcut, Waitingfor Death. Small good—only needless aggravationof their sorrows—would it have been to lash thosewoe-begone ones. So the postilion confined himself toflourishing the whip gaily and incessantly, as thescarlet post-wagen rattled over Frankforts stonystreets, brandishing the stock above his head, makingthe lash gyrate in concentric circles—(and in some-what unpleasant proximity to the faces of the outsidepassengers)—and producing a most astounding seriesof cracking reverberations. The stout gentlemancompared them to fireworks, and aflected to be ableto distinguish between catharine-wheels and Eomancandles; the man with the iron chest shamelesslyavowed himself to be in an agony of terror ; and theslim gentleman (who was in the box-seat—the otherswere behind) prudently pulled his hat over his brow,and shielded his face

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