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land. Surely this small, compact, almost matchless 

 region might have been held inviolate. There is not 

 one single argument that would be urged hy any 

 sane person for their resounding, dust-raising, dis- 

 turbing presence here at least, while the objections 

 are so obvious, so many, and so overpowering as to 

 seem scarcely worth labouring. They have been for- 

 bidden the Trossachs. There is infinitely more cause 

 here, since the comfort of a far greater number of 

 people is concerned. Surely the whole of the rest of 

 Great Britain is a wide enough field for these scorchers. 

 Why the tortuous roads of this little paradise, along 

 which the less robust loved to walk, or drive, or cycle 

 in sane leisurely fashion should have been turned into 

 a pandemonium for (as indulged in here) the senseless 

 craze of a comparative handful of weU-to-do people, 

 I cannot imagine. Fancy going through the Lake 

 country at twenty miles an hour, and that is the 

 minimum. It would have been so easy to draw a 

 cordon around Lakeland, except of course against 

 bona fide residents within it. Whose and what 

 interests would have been interfered with compared 

 to those which they have driven from the roads, and 

 what can be said of those discordant strident shrieks 

 which bellow through the vales to the very mountain 

 tops from morning till night, except that we are an 

 amazing people ? I say nothing of the dust-clouds 

 which on some roads — as, for instance, that beautiful 

 one along Ullswater — may be seen falling in almost 

 constant showers upon the pellucid waters. These 

 thoughtless souls have assuredly done much to destroy 

 many delightful features of the quiet season in the 

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