Dog- Traction 
with the wife or daughter or the maid-servant,” 
the other would be prying about. And at night, 
when they returned to London or to Reading, 
it was with “something else than ware.” In 
fat, the quiet movements of the dogs, and the 
narrowness of the carts, made this mode of travel 
only too convenient for robberies. It was easy 
to pass the turnpikes, easy to get along narrow 
pathways through shrubberies or plantations. 
And this, it was suggested, was the reason why 
traction by dogs was at last stopped about 1854. 
Something a shade more commercial, a shade 
more methodically bustling therefore, centred 
round the “ Tumbledown Dick ’’—that notable 
posting inn. The stage-coaches stopped there, 
and not the stage-coaches only. Road waggons 
—those cumbersome predecessors of the modern 
goods train—were wont to call at the “ Tumble- 
down” on their lumbering journeys between 
Southampton and London. 
Accordingly, once a week if not oftener, this 
was the scene of a fish-market for Farnborough 
and the neighbourhood. There, where heath 
verged on village, fish from the sea could be 
profitably unloaded, and there whoever likes to 
imagine it may imagine some slight weekly 
clamour, as from a fish-market. Yet the only 
detail I can give in conne¢tion with this traffic 
seems to restore the old country quiet. A hawker 
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