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to a bed. The nearest approach to a conveyance was an old four-wheeler that gave us a terrible sense of dismay as we trusted our beings and belongings to the rickety interior. The horse, as all horses besides brewery horses seemed to be, was on his last legs -skinny legs- [[strikethrough]] [[??]] [[/strikethrough]] and spare ribs stuck out glaringly to the shafts. The driver was a bearded old codger who was so old and feeble that we wanted to bet odds between the nearly-completed stage of driver and that of the horse. This old fellow was a reminder that on the docks in the sea-port we observed old men doing the stevedoring; in [[strikethrough]] the old [[/strikethrough]] ^[[former]] days it would at least be men of a prime age doing such work as ship docking and taxi-ing.