[...]assure him they were unhurt. Poor little Cuthbert was crying on the ground. His se was bleeding from a blow received from one of the numerous packages which had flown out from unseen corners in the suddenness of the shock. Mr. Bowen, said the navvy, w is your turn. But to extricate the stout old gentleman, who had somehow lamed himself in the general fall, was a far more difficult matter. The driver, who scarcely expected to get through a journey without some disaster, was a host in himself. He got hold of the despairing traveller by one arm, the roadman grasped the other, assuring him, in contradiction to his many assertions, that his climbing days were t all over; the navvy gave a leg up from within, and in spite of slips and bruises they had him seated on the bank at last, [...].