¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 24th [January 1871] To Herculaneum. At eleven clock we take carriages down through the lower part of the city along the wharfs, past long files of Donkeys laden with wine casks, each one having a cask on each side and all just alike. Donkeys laden with vegetables, with great loads of hay or straw where the moving power could be descerned [sic] only by carefull inspection revealing a pair of ears or tail protruding or a glimpse at some little hoofs under the stack- Carts drawn by an ox in shafts and a shaky old Horse walking beside- Carts drawn by three mules beside each other. Carts, Carts, always carts- and most always drawn by very small Donkeys, the middle one in shafts. I always wonder that these great carts dont sling the little “father of Rabbits” into the air and I always watch for the catastrophe.