The Great North Road, the Old Mail Road to Scotland: London to YorkHarper, Charles G. (Charles George)
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The Great North Road, the Old Mail Road to Scotland: London to York
Harper, Charles G. (Charles George)
A1 Road (England and Scotland); England -- Social life and customs; Great Britain -- Description and travel
[Picture: Turpin’s Oak] Turpin, of course, is the greatest of all the
rascals who made the name of the Great North Road a name of dread.
Before him, however, the redoubtable Jack Sheppard figured here, but not,
it is sad to relate, in an heroic manner. In fact that nimble-fingered
youth, after escaping from the Stone Jug (by which piece of classic slang
you are to understand Newgate to be meant) had the humiliation to be
apprehended on Finchley Common, disguised in drink and a butcher’s blue
smock. That was the worst of those roystering blades. The drink was the
undoing of them all. If only they had been Good Templars, and had
sported the blue ribbon, it is quite certain that they had not been cut
off untimely; and might, with reasonable luck, even have retired with a
modest competence in early years. It was in 1724 that Jack Sheppard was
arrested by Bow Street runners on the Common, and the fact somewhat
staggers one’s belief in the wild lawlessness of that place. To capture
a highwayman in his own peculiar territory! One might just as soon
expect to hear of the Chief Commissioner of Police being kidnapped from
Scotland Yard. And yet it is quite certain that Finchley was no safe
place for a good young man with five pounds in his pocket and a mere
walking-stick in his hand, whether he proposed to cross it by night or
day. Even sixty-six years later this evil reputation existed; for, in
1790, the Earl of Minto, travelling to London, wrote to his wife that
instead of pushing on to town at night, he would defer his entry until
morning, “for I shall not trust my throat on Finchley Common in the
dark.” Think of it! And Dick Turpin had been duly executed fifty years
before!
Of the many names in the long and distinguished roll of road agents who
figured here at some time or another in their meteoric careers, it is not
possible to say much. There was the courageous and resourceful Captain
Hind, the whimsically nicknamed “Old Mob,” burly Tom Cox, Neddy Wicks,
and Claud Duval. Duval’s proper territory is, however, the Bath Road.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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