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Without waiting for the hindmost sledge to get by, my driver began turning awkwardly and ran his shafts into the horses tied on at the back of it. One team of three started aside, broke their rein, and galloped away.
"Ah, the cross-eyed devil doesn't see where he's turning to -- right into people! . The devil! " scolded a short driver in a husky, cracked voice -- an old man, as I inferred from his voice and figure. He jumped nimbly out of the hindmost sledge and ran after the horses, still keeping up his coarse and cruel abuse of my driver.