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Trotting Cob in The Moving Finger

YEAR: 1895
PLACE: Not mapped
SOURCE: Project Gutenberg Australia

e a regular sea of mud. The wheels sank axle deep in it. The horses floundered through it in the darkness, and every now and then the lamps were reflected in a big pool of shallow water. The wind blew keen and cold, but the coach was full inside and out, and so, though it was pitch dark, I kept my seat by the driver. A light gleamed up out of the darkness. "Trotting Cob!" said he, and discoursed upon it till he pulled up his horses on their haunches exactly opposite a wide-open door, where the lamplight displayed a rudely-laid table and a bright fire, which seemed hospitably to beckon us in. The whole place was as wide awake as if.

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Trotting Cob in The Moving Finger

e a regular sea of mud. The wheels sank axle deep in it. The horses floundered through it in the darkness, and every now and then the lamps were reflected in a big pool of shallow water. The wind blew keen and cold, but the coach was full inside and out, and so, though it was pitch dark, I kept my…

Record ID: 2,283
Year: 1,895
Source: Project Gutenberg Australia
Index status: Archive detail (not indexed)

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Record ID: 2283
Source: Project Gutenberg Australia
Publication: The Moving Finger; Mary Gaunt
Published: 1895
Narrative type: Spirit-Person Narratives
Public-text label: Trotting Cob
Archive period: Federation Era
Location: Australia (Australia): B
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Publicness: Public Domain Public Web

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e a regular sea of mud. The wheels sank axle deep in it. The horses floundered through it in the darkness, and every now and then the lamps were reflected in a big pool of shallow water. The wind blew keen and cold, but the coach was full inside and out, and so, though it was pitch dark, I kept my seat by the driver. A light gleamed up out of the darkness. "Trotting Cob!" said he, and discoursed upon it till he pulled up his horses on their haunches exactly opposite a wide-open door, where the lamplight displayed a rudely-laid table and a bright fire, which seemed hospitably to beckon us in. The whole place was as wide awake as if.

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