[Gutenberg 45372] • Road Scrapings: Coaches and Coaching

[Gutenberg 45372] • Road Scrapings: Coaches and Coaching
Authors
Haworth, M.E.
Publisher
Theclassics.Us
Tags
coaching (transportation)
ISBN
9781230238074
Date
2013-09-12T00:00:00+00:00
Size
0.95 MB
Lang
en
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter vi. Commercial-room--The bagman's tale--Yes--Strange company. hen driving the coaches in the olden time, it frequently happened that I remained for the night at the stage from which I should take the coach back on the following day. On one of these occasions I accidentally spent the evening in the commercial-room at. I say "accidentally," because in all provincial hotels the bagman's room is considered sacred to commercial travellers, and I have been informed by landlords that any intrusion upon them would prove dangerous to the house's popularity. 1 tee commercial-room. 91 had dined early, and, unaware of the trespass, happened to look into a long, dreary, deserted room, with "Coffee-room" written upon the door; a stale number of "The Illustrated News" and a well-thumbed Post Office Directory upon the table; a very bad fire, and altogether the air of a methodist meeting-house on a weekday. I turned to another room, in which were three or four gentlemen, who appeared to be surrounded by every comfort; coats, hats, wrappers, hung in clusters against the wall, and a cheerful fire. A stout round-faced man, much marked by smallpox, dressed in a suit of tweed dittos, with an elaborate pin in his necktie resembling the dial of-a good-sized watch, appeared to be the senior officer or "boss" of the party, as much in manner and bearing as he was in size. Addressing a small-featured, light-haired, thin young man, dressed in black-silk waistcoat, he said in a stentorian voice: "Have you done floating here, Mr. Euffins?" "No, Mr. Staines; I've not done yet. I've quoted twice. My people won't let me sink." A third party, an older man, attired in gray, with hair to match, was busily engaged at one end of the room packing a quantity of small...