'Get In, Come Along,' McColka Yelled. "'She'll Gallop,' She'll Jog Along.'

'The bay has gone with Mattvie,' he shouted from the cart, 'and this brute-mates is just breaking my heart. I feel as if I could kill her. She's just eating her head off.' They all clambered into mccolka's cart, laughing and making jokes. Six men got in and there was still room for more. A fat, rosy-cheeked woman dressed in red cotton came along to join them. That wretched nag was to drag all the cart load of them at a gallop.