Stokers and pokers : $b or, The London and North-Western Railway, the electric telegraph, and the railway clearing-houseHead, Francis Bond, Sir
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Stokers and pokers : $b or, The London and North-Western Railway, the electric telegraph, and the railway clearing-house
Head, Francis Bond, Sir
London and North-Western Railway; Railway Clearing House (London, England); Telegraph -- Great Britain
A good many years ago, one of the toughest and hardest riders that
ever crossed Leicestershire undertook to perform a feat which, just
for the moment, attracted the general attention not only of the
country but of the sporting world. His bet was, that, if he might
choose his own turf, and if he might select as many thorough-bred
horses as he liked, he would undertake to ride 200 miles in ten
hours!!!
The newspapers of the day described exactly how “the Squire” was
dressed--what he had been living on--how he looked--how, at the
word “_Away!_” he started like an arrow from a bow--how gallantly
Tranby, his favourite racer, stretched himself in his gallop--how,
on arriving at his second horse, he vaulted from one saddle to
another--how he then flew over the surface of the earth, if possible,
faster than before--and how, to the astonishment and amidst the
acclamations of thousands of spectators, he at last came in … a
winner!
Now, if at this moment of his victory, while with dust and
perspiration on his brow--his exhausted arms dangling just above
the panting flanks of his horse, which his friends at each side of
the bridle were slowly leading in triumph--a decrepit old woman had
hobbled forward, and in the name of Science had told the assembled
multitude, that, before she became a skeleton, she and her husband
would undertake, instead of 200 miles in ten hours, to go 500--that
is to say, that, for every mile “the Squire” had just ridden, she and
her old man would go two miles and a half--that she would moreover
knit all the way, and that he should take his medicine every hour and
read to her just as if they were at home; lastly, that they would
undertake to perform their feat either in darkness or in daylight, in
sunshine or in storm, “in thunder, lightning, or in rain;”--who, we
ask, would have listened to the poor maniac?--and yet how wonderfully
would her prediction have been now fulfilled! Nay, waggons of coals
and heavy luggage now-a-days fly across Leicestershire faster and
farther than Mr. Osbaldestone could go, notwithstanding his condition
and that of all his horses.
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