The Great North Road, the Old Mail Road to Scotland: York to EdinburghHarper, Charles G. (Charles George)
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The Great North Road, the Old Mail Road to Scotland: York to Edinburgh
Harper, Charles G. (Charles George)
A1 Road (England and Scotland); England -- Social life and customs; Great Britain -- Description and travel
At their stopping-place for the night they had their first opportunity of
viewing these passengers. First came a brisk, airy girl, about twenty
years of age, with a silver-laced hat on her head instead of a cap, a
blue stuff riding-suit, trimmed with silver, very much tarnished, and a
whip in her hand. After her came, limping, an old man, with a worsted
night-cap buttoned under his chin and a broad-brimmed hat slouched over
it, an old rusty blue cloak tied about his neck, under which appeared a
brown surtout that covered a threadbare coat and waistcoat, and a dirty
flannel jacket. His eyes were hollow, bleared, and gummy; his face
shrivelled into a thousand wrinkles, his gums destitute of teeth, his
nose sharp and drooping, his chin peaked and prominent, so that when he
mumped or spoke they approached one another like a pair of nut-crackers;
he supported himself on an ivory-headed cane, and his whole figure was a
just emblem of winter, famine, and avarice.
The captain was disclosed as a little thin creature, about the age of
forty, with a long, withered visage very much resembling that of a
baboon. He wore his own hair in a queue that reached to his rump, and on
it a hat the size and cock of Antient Pistol’s. He was about five feet
and three inches in height, sixteen inches of which went to his face and
long scraggy neck; his thighs were about six inches in length; his legs,
resembling two spindles or drumsticks, two feet and a half; and his body
the remainder; so that, on the whole, he appeared like a spider or
grasshopper erect. His dress consisted of a frock of bear-skin, the
skirts about half a foot long, a hussar waistcoat, scarlet breeches
reaching half-way down his thighs, worsted stockings rolled up almost to
his groin, and shoes with wooden heels at least two inches high; he
carried a sword very nearly as long as himself in one hand, and with the
other conducted his lady, who seemed to be a woman of his own age, still
retaining some remains of good looks, but so ridiculously affected that
any one who was not a novice in the world would easily have perceived in
her deplorable vanity the second-hand airs of a lady’s woman.
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