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boots are sold, besides others where very dubious- 

 looking confectionery is dealt in, and one I saw 

 which had plates of yellow snail-looking things for 

 sale. I do not know whether racegoers are sup- 

 posed to eat these things, but if they do they must 

 have uncommonly strong stomachs. 



Vehicles of every sort and shape are plying for 

 hire in the street, all of that wonderful kind that 

 seem peculiar to race-meetings, regattas, &c, and 

 which fill a person with wonder to think where 

 they could have been made, and what they were 

 originally intended for. Newmarket is, indeed, 

 worth seeing on the morning of one of the big 

 days, like the Cambridgeshire, to form any idea of 

 the enormous multitude of people attending. It is 

 well worth while to get into the stand at the end 

 of the Eowley Mile as soon as you can, and a most 

 wonderful sight it is to see the huge and incessant 

 mass of people pouring down the side of the course 

 from the old stand ; one unbroken stream, many 

 yards wide, and apparently never ending, yet per- 

 fectly quiet and orderly ; no rough horseplay or 

 rowdyism ; composed of men who come for racing, 

 and nothing else. An almost equally large string 

 of vehicles pours down the road, the full ones 

 getting along as fast as they can manage, and those 

 that have discharged their loads galloping back in 



