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Identifier: coachingera00wils (find matches)
Title: The coaching era
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Wilson, Violet A
Subjects: Horses Coaching (Transportation) -- England England -- Social life and customs
Publisher: New York : E.P. Dutton & Co.
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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into the bar, had a chat with the landlord, and thenstrolled casually round to the stables. In the yard hestumbled on the solution of the puzzle, for his unfortu-nate horses, still smoking from their journey, and withtheir harness on, were wallowing in a dirty pond. Thehorse-keeper who should have attended to them wasbusily engaged in feeding six large hogs, and feedingthem,moreover, on the horses provender just brought up bythe coach. Costar restrained his temper and determinedto probe such iniquity to the depths. Good morning, young man, he remarked, your pigslook well. They seem to like a mixture of beans andoats, though I never saw pigs fed with it before. Yes, sir, replied the young man. They certainlythrive on it. He then drove his hogs back to their styes, beddedthem comfortably with what Mr. Costar shrewdly sus-pedled was his straw and, without a thought of the un-fortunate coach horses, went back to the bar for a drink.When he had refreshed himself at his leisure, he came out
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tij -^ V ^ c X .5 o < .5 ^ 5 V A < D %^ ^ -S < J.J a -^ .-sj ^ ^ ^ ■s COACH PROPRIETORS 113 again and catching hold of the horses led them up theyard. Whose horses are those? inquired Mr. Costar mildly. They belong to old Costar of Oxford, was the reply. Oh, they do, do they! thought old Costar, andfollowed them to their stables. There, to his charginhe beheld his horses put into dirty stalls, without anyvestige of bedding, and with empty mangers. The manthen considered he had done his duty to old Costarshorses, for he left them without any pretence of rubbingthem down, or even removing their harness. Mr. Costar drove back to Oxford and straightwayconsulted his solicitor, with the result that the horse-keeper in Chequers Inn soon found himself in ReadingGaol undergoing a sentence of twelve months hardlabour. In 1767 John Alder, a cooper of Abingdon, drew alottery prize of twenty thousand pounds. On hearingthe news he supported himself with great Decency,and was so lavish in

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