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that sonietliing to eat and drink is more to the 

 point. We cannot gainsay the contention, and do 

 not attempt it, hut sink into a chair. 



" Coffee, sir ; tea, sir ; 'ot roll ; 'am and heggs. 

 Yorkshire hrawn, tongue," suggests the waiter, 

 swiftly. 



A¥e select something and fall-to. After all, 

 it is Avorth while to take a long coach journey, 

 even if it he only for the appetite it gives one. 

 Here we are, all of us, eating and drinking as 

 though we had taken no meals for a Aveek past. 

 Yes, another cuj) of coffee, please, and I'll thank 

 you to pass the • 



"Time's up, gents ; coach just agoin' to start!" 



" Oh ! here, I say, you know. We've only just 

 sat doAvn." 



" Ain't got more'n 'nother couj)le o' minutes," 

 says the ncAv guard ; and so, appetite not fully 

 satisfied, Ave all troop out and resume our places. 



Our coach goes the hilly route, hy Perryhridge 

 and Tadcaster, to York. We change on the short 

 stage out of Doncaster, at Rohin Hood's Well, 

 AA'here the rival inns, the " Ncav " and the 

 " Rohin Hood," occupy opposite sides of the road ; 

 and again at Ferryhridge, at the " SAvan," Avhere 

 our smart coachman resigns his seat to an enor- 

 mously fat man, Aveighing nearly, if not quite, 

 twenty stone. He is so uuAvieldy that quite a 

 number of the " SAvan " postboys gather round 

 him, and by dint of much sustained effort, do at 

 last succeed in pulling and pushing him into his 

 place, resembling in so doing the Lili2)utians 



