230 WAYFARING NOTIONS 



is to look after the roads do not follow the Duke 

 of Bedford's example with regard to Covent 

 Garden Market and use plenty of carbolic disin- 

 fectant for watering the roads. What I want 

 to say is, the Town Council might, if they 

 liked, make their town much more pleasant to 

 visitors at race times if they put down the hawk- 

 ing nuisance. Possibly the authorities have been 

 used all their lives to pass one week in the almost 

 constant din of wandering vendors of '' Yorkshire 

 Post," official cards, butter-scotch, etc., and are 

 like the dwellers near a goods station, who 

 couldn't sleep o' nights unless soothed by the 

 music of shunting trucks. Similarly, it may be 

 that our friends would be unable to enjoy their 

 beauty sleep unless they were woke up by yells of 

 ** Yorkshire Post," let off" at five o'clock or there- 

 abouts a.m. After that very excellent paper is on 

 sale — I do not believe that the abnormally early 

 start helps its circulation in any way — the game 

 of noise-making is kept alive, and the unfortunate 

 visitor is kept awake. That is bad, and the 

 cause is preventable by municipal management. 

 After all, I am not certain that we want Doncaster 

 altered. The smell must be to many of us as 

 was the odour of Brentford to King George. We 

 have become so accustomed to the loud noises 

 that we should probably wake up too early if 

 these were not let off to tell us how much longer 

 we were at liberty to sleep. Moderate the energy 

 of the drivers and drivers' touts, and you will cut 

 out two pleasing elements of uncertainty — first, 

 as to which trap you are to be pitched into and 

 taken carsewey or stashunwey, and again as to 

 being shot out or run over. \ou had better 

 make up your mind to a diet of ham and butter- 



