say, Mr. Maddox? A h'ape, I call him"; or: "A dog? more like an
'og, I tell yo'." Round the old orator were Jonas, 'Enry, and oor Job,
Jem Burton, Rob Saunderson, Tupper, Jim Mason, Hoppin, and
others; while on the outskirts stood Sam'l Todd prophesying rain
and M'Adam's victory. Close at hand Bessie Bolstock, who was
reputed to have designs on David, was giggling spitefully at the
pair in the Kenmuir wagon, and singing:

"Let a lad aloan, lass,
Let a lad a-be."

While her father, Teddy, dodged in and out among the crowd with
tray and glasses: for Cup Day was the great day of the year for him.

Past the group of Dalesmen and on all sides was a mass of bobbing
heads--Scots, Northerners, Yorkshiremen, Taffies. To right and
left a long array of carriages and carts, ranging from the squire's
quiet landau and Viscount Birdsaye's gorgeous barouche to Liz
Burton's three-legged moke-cart with little Mrs. Burton, the twins,
young Jake (who should have walked), and Monkey (ditto) packed
away inside. Beyond the Silver Lea -the gaunt Scaur raised its
craggy peak, and the Pass, trending along its side, shone white in
the sunshine.

At the back of the carriages were booths, cocoanut-shies, Aunt
Sallies, shows, bookmakers' stools, and all the panoply of such a
meeting. Here Master Launcelot Bilks and Jacky Sylvester were
fighting; Cyril Gilbraith was offering to take on the boxing man;
Long Kirby was snapping up the odds against Red Wull; and Liz
Burton and young Ned Hoppin were being photographed together,