Such was the morning, when an open carriage, in which were three Pickwickians (Mr. Snodgrass having preferred to remain at home), Mr. Wardle, and Mr.Trundle, with Sam Weller on the box beside the driver,pulled up by a gate at the roadside, before which stood a tall, raw-boned gamekeeper, and a half-booted,leather-legginged boy, each bearing a bag of capacious dimensions, and accompanied by a brace of pointers.