The Scouring of the White Horse; Or, The Long Vacation Ramble of a London ClerkHughes, Thomas
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The Scouring of the White Horse; Or, The Long Vacation Ramble of a London Clerk
Hughes, Thomas
White Horse, Vale of (England)
I am afraid I shall make a very poor hand at telling about the sports,
because I couldn’t be in five or six places at once; and so I was kept
running about, from the stage in the middle of the Castle out on to
the downs to see the cart-horse race, and then back again into the
Castle for the jingling match, and then out on the other side to the
manger for the cheese races, and so on backwards and forwards; seeing
the beginning of one sport, and the end of another, and the middle of
a third. I wish the Committee would let the sports begin earlier, and
then one might be able to see them all. However I must do the best I
can, and just put down what I saw myself.
The first move for the sports was made a little before one, just as
I got back into the Castle, after seeing Miss Lucy start for Wayland
Smith’s cave. The Committee came out of their tent in a body, each
man carrying the lists of the entries for the sports over which he
was to preside. But instead of going different ways, each to his own
business, they walked across in a body to the stage, and stopped just
underneath it, in the middle of a great crowd of men and boys; and then
they shouted for silence, and the chairman spoke:--
“We wish to say a few words, my men, to those who are going to play
with the sticks or wrestle to-day. There has been a good deal of talk
about these sports, as you all know; and many persons think they
shouldn’t be allowed at all now-a-days--that the time for them has
gone by. They say, that men always lose their tempers and get brutal
at these sports. We have settled, however, to give the old-fashioned
games a fair trial; and it will rest with yourselves whether we shall
ever be able to offer prizes for them again. For, depend upon it, if
there is any savage work to-day, if you lose your tempers, and strike
or kick one another unfairly, you will never see any more wrestling or
backsword on White Horse Hill. But we are sure we can trust you, and
that there won’t be any thing to find fault with. Only remember again,
you are on your trial, and the stage will be cleared at once, and no
prizes given, if any thing objectionable happens. And now, you can put
to as soon as you like.”
The Committee then marched off, leaving a very large crowd round the
stage, all eager for the play to begin.
The two umpires got up on to the stage, and walked round, calling out,
“Two old gamesters at backsword, and two old gamesters at wrastlin’,
wanted to put to.” But I suppose the chairman’s speech had rather taken
the men by surprise, for no one came forward, though there was a crowd
twenty deep round the stage.
“Who are the old gamesters?” I asked of the man next me.
“Them as has won or shared a first prize at any revel,” answered he,
without looking round.
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