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asleep, and as CoLsterAvortli is not one of our stop- 

 ping or changing places, the guard forgot all al)out 

 him until the change at Grantliam. The passenger 

 and the guard are now Avaging a furious war of 

 words on the resounding pavements of the sleeping 

 town. It seems that the unfortunate inside, 

 besides being himself carried so far beyond his 

 destination, has a heavy portmanteau in the like 

 predicament. If he had been a little bijj^ger and 

 the guard a little smaller, his fury Avould perhaps 

 make him fall upon that official and personally 

 chastise him. As it is, he resorts to abuse. 

 Windows of surrounding houses now begin to be 

 thrown up, and nightcapped heads to inquire 



" what the d 1 's the matter, and if it can't be 



settled somewhere else or at some more convenient 

 season ? " The guard says " This 'ere gent wot's 

 abusing of me like a blooming pickpocket goes to 

 sleep and gets kerried past where he wants to get 

 out, and when I pulls him out, 'stead of taking 'im 



him on to Newark or York, 'e " " Shut up," 



exclaims a fierce voice from above: " can't a man 

 get a wink of sleep for you fellows ? " 



So, the change being put to, the altercation is 

 concluded in undertones, and we roll off ; the irate 

 passenger to bed at the " George," voAving he will 

 o-et a legal remedy against the proprietors of the 

 "Wellington " for the unheard-of outrage. 



At NeAvark, a hundred and tAventy-five miles 

 of our journey performed, it is broad dayliglit as 

 the coach rolls, making th(^ eclioes resound, into 

 the great market-square. Clock-faces — a little 



