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...s to give a plain account of my travels and discoveries in the Holly-T ree Inn; in which place of good en- tertainment for man and beast I was once sn... ...e got into the country, everything seemed to have grown old and gray . The roads, the trees, thatched roofs of cottages and homesteads, the ricks in f... ...he ricks in farmers’ yards. Out- door work was abandoned, horse-troughs at road-side inns were frozen hard, no stragglers lounged about, doors were cl... ...le we changed horses, the guard and coachman went stumping up and down the road, printing off their shoes in the snow, and poured so much liquid conso... ...nd the church clocks all stopped, the dial-faces choked with snow, and the inn-signs blotted out, it seemed as if the whole place were overgrown with ... ... whose bare head became as white as King Lear’ s in a single minute, “What Inn is this?” “The Holly-T ree, sir,” said he. “Upon my word, I believe,” s...

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... vision of a nightly struggle, of two dark figures and a machine in a dark road,—the road, to be explicit, from Roehampton to Putney Hill,—and with th... ...cry dimly through the dusk the central figure of this story sitting by the roadside and rubbing his leg at some new place, and his friend, sym- pathet... ... he might put in a good hour at the desperate gymnastics up the Roehampton Road before it would be time to come back for locking up. When the gas was ... ...quis of Granby at Esher, and as he came under the railway arch and saw the inn in front of him, he mounted his ma- chine again and rode bravely up to ... ...y kept dodg- ing in and out of a wayside hotel with two front doors and an inn yard. The other man could not run very fast because he had hold of the ... ...t last the downs rose steeply ahead. There they stopped awhile at the only inn in the place, and Mr. Hoopdriver took up a position which commanded the...

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...sunshire, and their well-made sabots clicked cheerfully on the hard, clean roads. Touraine is a land of old chateaux,—a gallery of architectural speci... ...t, or, protects the country from it, from Blois to Angers, is an admirable road; and on the other side, as well, the highway constantly keeps it compa... ...he highway constantly keeps it company. A wide river, as you follow a wide road, is excellent company; it 6 A Little Tour in France heightens and sho... ...to spend a few days at Blois, where a clumsy, but rather attractive little inn, on the edge of the river, will offer you a certain amount of that fami... ...ned to suffer from a modern form of inhumanity. The mistress of the little inn at the base of the castle-rock—it stands very pleasantly beside the riv... ...t ten minutes’ walk from the chateau, and the village contains a very tidy inn, where, if you are not in too great a hurry to com- mune with the shade...

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...these labours should be overpast, to the return voyage, and to many a meeting in the sanded inn, when those who had parted in the spring of youth shou... ... on Liberton Hill, near Edinburgh, an Irish labourer trudging homeward from the fields. Our roads lay together, and it was natural that we should fall... ...ravelled over most of the world, and enjoyed wonderful opportunities on some American rail- road, with two dollars a shift and double pay on Sunday an... ...ty ser- vant-maids, but looked more like a country wench who should have been employed at a roadside inn. Now was the time for me to go and study the ... ...ant-maids, but looked more like a country wench who should have been employed at a roadside inn. Now was the time for me to go and study the brass pla... ...uld not do to put aside. He had come near these perils in the body; he had visited a robber inn. The public has an old and well- grounded favour for t...

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...tus of existence that man has, so to speak, made for himself, with houses, roads, clothing, canals, ma- chinery, with laws, boundaries, conventions, a... ...blossom…. Only when he had gathered that last and turned about to find his inn again, perhaps he would not find his inn! Suppose now that two of us we... ...hat path. Long before we got to that, before even we got to the great high road, we should have hints from the stone cabin in the nape of the pass—it ... ...nt for us to do so; but as we come down from these lonely mountains to the roads and houses and living places of the Utopian world- state, we shall ce... ...king up a Utopian coin of gold, how at last we adventured into the Utopian inn and found it all marvellously easy. You see us the shyest and most watc... ....” Before us, through the tall pine stems, shine the lights of our Utopian inn. He talks vaguely of ill-usage. “The husband is vain, boast- ful, disho...

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...o his mother, the man to his country; these are native feelings.’ ‘You have a mother?’ she asked. ‘In heaven, mademoiselle,’ I answered. ‘She, and my ... ...e,’ said he. ‘Suppose yourself, then, set free and at the bottom of the rock,’ he continued, ‘although I may not be able to do much, I believe I can d... ...fe on a dark coun- try highway, out of sight of lights and out of the fear of watchmen. And yet I had not gone above a hundred yards before a fellow m... ...own charges, in quest of health, information, and merry adventures. At Newcastle, which was the first town I reached, I com- pleted my preparations fo... ...le with my fist and call for t’other bottle, like the noisy and free-hearted young gentleman I was. It was my policy (if I may so express myself) to t... ...voyant. Dinner was no sooner done than I strolled forth into the streets with some design of viewing the cathedral; and the little man was silently at...

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...ndertaking the busi- ness as proprietor and conductor was nearly always an inn- keeper along the route, to whom the beings, things, and in- terests wi... ... as Beauvais. Along this route, which is that toward England, there lies a road which turns off at a place well-named, in view of its topography, The ... ...understand. From the Cave, the point on the route to England where a paved road (due to the luxury of the Princes of Conti) turned off to Isle-Adam, t... ...enterprise would make such a detour, for Isle-Adam was the terminus of the road, which did not go beyond it. Of late years, another road has been made... ...flight between Paris and Isle-Adam. Having married the daughter of a small inn-keeper, he enlarged his business, made it a regular service, and became... ... coaches which started from the Lion d’Argent were kept by the wife of the inn- keeper, who had as many books as there were lines. She re- ceived the ...

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... the midst of a light Stonehenge of samples. And yet—proceeding now, to introduce myself positively— I am both a town traveller and a country travelle... ...in the fancy goods way. Literally speaking, I am always wandering here and there from my rooms in Covent-garden, London—now about the city streets: no... ...I had never seen it in my life, a minute before, and had traversed two hundred miles to get at it. That very morning I had come bowling down, and stru... ...nent and this Island through the mud and water, over the road where Shakespeare hummed to himself, ‘Blow, blow, thou winter wind,’ as he sat in the sa... ...oss and the venerable lady who rode in state there, was always in my ears. And now I came to the land of wooden houses, innocent cakes, thin butter so... ...he snow when I saw my mule do it, thinking that he must know best. At this part of the journey we would come, at mid-day, into half an hour’s thaw: wh...

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...e extent of misspelling! tuitui is the word by rights)—the tuitui is all out of the paddock— a fenced park between the house and boundary; Peni’s men ... ...ey, about sixteen hands, and of enormous substance; the former was a kind of red and green shandry-dan with a driving bench; plainly unfit to carry lu... ...eds that flour- ish on the islands—volunteered; Moors accepted, propos- ing to follow and supervise: despatched his work and started after. No cart! h... ...rough the mangrove swamp, among the black mud and the green mangroves, and the black and scarlet crabs, to Mulinuu, to the doctor’s, where I had an er... ... strict family, well-justified in her own wild but honest eyes, and meeting these three men, Charles Edward, Marischal, and Balmile, through the accid... ...of the soil and the past. But I was rather thinking just now of Le Rideau Cramoisi, and its adorable setting of the stopped coach, the dark street, th...

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...into the deep shades that have gath- ered so thickly over the one solitary road 5 traversing that part of history. Glimpses of moral truth, or sugges... ...ot in the sense of things will- fully abandoned by my predecessors on that road, but in the sense of things blindly overlooked. And, summing up in one... ...erceived the value of it as an argument against Christianity. 5 “Solitary road.”—The reader must remember that, until the seventh century of our era,... ...aprop kindly sug- gests) diabolical? Apparently that we should stay at our inn; for in that way we seemed best to distribute our presence equally amon... ...ng and unharnessing; as a matter of course, you alighted and went into the inn; if you sallied out to report progress, after wait- ing twenty minutes,... ...spared the trouble of going into the street; stepping from the hall of the inn right into your carriage. I had been kept back for a minute or so by th...

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...ange. In Frankfort everybody wears clean clothes, and I think we noticed that this strange thing was the case in Hamburg, too, and in the villages alo... ... were agreeable people. They were greatly interested in our customs; especially the alpenstocks, for they had not seen any before. They said that the ... ...key yoked together. It was a pretty slow concern, but it got us into Heilbronn before dark—five miles, or possibly it was seven. We stopped at the ver... ...ty rose perceptibly in his esteem; we rose still higher when he learned that we were making a pedestrian tour of Europe. He told us all about the Heid... ...about the German character which is very winning. When Harris and I were making a pe- destrian tour through the Black Forest, we stopped at a little c... ... love of his wife and of his twenty-seven children, and the still sweeter envy of everybody around. We took our noon meal of fried trout one day at th...

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...skies? How still the riddle lies! 15 XV I know some lonely houses off the road A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,... ...d a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare T o fit its sides, and crawl between, Complai... ... my finite eyes. The motions of the dipping birds, The lightning’s jointed road, For mine to look at when I liked,— The news would strike me dead! So,... ...ar,— Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are. 215 LXXIV WHAT inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlo... ...ent up a year this evening! 214 What if I say I shall not wait? 163 What inn is this 215 What mystery pervades a well! 135 What soft, cherubic cre...

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...ient. He sheltered his heat in houses and made his way easier by paths and roads. He complicated his social relationships and increased his effi- cien... ...is river until he came to the sea, discovered the wheel and made the first roads. But his chief activity for a hundred centuries and more, was the sub... ... the reservoir had been improved by a portico of marble, the white-fronted inn with the clustering flowers above its portico still stood out at the an... ...lessed weekly release from the back yard and the chain. And away along the road to the Spaniards strolled a vast multitude, saying, as ever, that the ... ...u who brought me into this….’ At last Pestovitch compromised. There was an inn perhaps half a mile from the farm. They could alight there and the king... ...us without a 115 H G Wells light,’ said the king. In the little old dirty inn the king hung doubtful for a time, and was for going back and throwing ...

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...e basement for the use of the soldiers; and there is on the other hand the road by which wagons find their way to the underground region with fuel, st... ...have made one with three or four others in a small room at some third-rate inn. There had never been so great a throng in the town. I am bound to say ... ...overed with grand timber. The ground is varied and broken, and the private roads about sweep here into a dell and then up a brae side, as roads should... ...e camp. The fences had disappeared. The gardens were trodden into mud. The roads had been cut to pieces, and new 23 Trollope tracks made everywhere t... ... show us the way, started off through the dark and over the hill up to our inn. I shall never forget that walk. It was up hill and down hill, with an ... ... will at any rate leave the books behind me. What a night we spent in that inn! They who know America will be aware that in all hotels there is a free...

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...ven rich. They were four honest soldiers, each with a good heart, a good arm and a sword at the service of those who wanted it. They set out. The mini... ...st sincere line of conduct,” said Mazarin. “My lord, I have been so long shut up, that I am only of one party—I am for fresh air. Employ me in any oth... .... “What am I to do?” she said, bowed down beneath the voice of her tyrant. “Endeavor to remember the names of those faithful ser- vants who crossed th... ...el de la Chevrette for the discovery of Planchet. At about a league and a half from the city, D’Artagnan, finding that in his impatience he had set ou... ...d as if they were on the point of commencing some nightly expedition. A man, wrapped in a cloak, appeared at the door, but seeing a stranger he beckon... ...onor, that you and I are think- ing of the same thing.” “I doubt it, Planchet,” replied D’Artagnan, “but what are you thinking of?” “I am thinking, si...

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...t in silence. In our bedroom, the stove would not burn, though it would smoke; and while one window would not open, the other would not shut. There wa... ...bit of empty road, a few dark houses, a donkey wandering with its shadow on a slope, and a blink of sea, with a tall ship lying anchored in the moonli... ... a plan. But, in the meanwhile, all the life and most of the houses of Calistoga are concentrated upon that 7 street between t... ...for the Geysers. It must be remembered that we are here in a land of stage-drivers and highwaymen: a land, in that sense, like England a hundred years... ...shed: red- woods and redskins, the two noblest indigenous living things, alike condemned. At length, in a lonely dell, we came on a huge wooden gate w... ...eption. His book, in short, was a capital instance of the Penny Messalina school of literature; and there arose from it, in that cool parlour, in that...

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.... Concealing our weapons, we stood humbly aside before the horsemen on the road; we bowed low in the courtyards of chiefs who were no better than slav... ... threaten in the light of our camp fire. Noth- ing dismayed us. And on the road, by every fire, in resting-places, we always talked of her and of him.... ...es rolled swaying, monstrous and gaudy; two shabby children ran across the road; a knot of dirty men with red neckerchiefs round their bare throats lu... ...iness matters in a calm, sensible way across a table in the kitchen of the inn opposite. Latterly she had stayed 60 Tales of Unrest for a few days se...

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... grace 17__ and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging u... ...roof. I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plod- ding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow—a tall, stron... ...ck from his stroll he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road. At first we thought it was the want of company of his own kind that m... ...ut up at the Admiral Benbow (as now and then some did, making by the coast road for Bristol) he would look in at him through the curtained door before... ...ompany was not following his story. Nor would he allow anyone to leave the inn till he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed. His stories wer... ... corner like a cat waiting for a mouse. Once I stepped out myself into the road, but he immediately called me back, and as I did not obey quick enough...

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... Chapter 3 The arrival of Mr. Jones with his lady at inn; with a very full description of the battle of Upton Though the reade... ...fair companion no sooner entered the town, than they went directly to that inn which in their eyes presented the fairest appearance to the street. Her... ...as preserved in the temple of Vesta can possibly be maintained at a public inn. My good landlady did not hope for such a blessing, nor would any of th... ... the house is well known to be a house of as good reputation as any on the road, and though I say it, is frequented by gentry of the best quality, bot... ...pace with her nimble lover. Having travelled on for some miles in a high road, which Northerton said he was informed led to Hereford, they came at t... ...d whose coaches we heartily rec ommend to all our readers who travel that road. By which means they may, perhaps, have the pleasure of riding in the ...

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...h, by way of variety, in Mr. T upman’s waistcoat, and then danced into the road, and then back again to the pavement, and finally dashed the whole tem... ... had been bestowing sundry anti Pickwickian glances on a young lady by the roadside). ‘Very!’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘English girls not so fine as Spanish—n... ...al;’ and the stranger continued to soliloquise until they reached the Bull Inn, in the High Street, where the coach stopped. ‘Do you remain here, Sir?... ... hired from a manufacturer in Rochester, the two friends returned to their inn; Mr. Winkle to ruminate on The Pickwick Papers 30 the approaching stru... ...e?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. ‘Oh, certainly.’ By this time they had reached the road. Cordial farewells were exchanged, and the party separated. Doctor Sla... ... barracks, and Mr. Winkle, accompanied by Mr. Snodgrass, returned to their inn. CHAPTER III A NEW ACQUAINTANCE—THE STROLLER’S TALE—A DISAGREEABLE INT...