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TOOCARAVAN DAYSshort the career of that littleshopor if theproprietrix would set to work to get anotherleg of mutton.It is, I know, most unfair to harbour anyanimosity against Crieff or Kingussie, and evenWick may surely be allowed to enjoy its speciallocal customs. But I have a fair case againstHawick. That irrepressible township had beenmaking experiments in street surfaces and had hitat last upon a sort of amalgam, delightfullyadapted to motor tyres, which had been lavishlylaid down. I don't know what the mixture was,and I hope that by this time the recipe for it hasbeen publicly burned at the Town Cross. On thefirst damp day after the new experiment sixteenhorses fell, as we were to learn afterwards, and oneof them had to be shot. It was a damp morningwhen we arrived, and it was with the utmostdifficulty that we could scratch and stumble upthe main street. We had not gone far when Samfell, breaking the harness. We got him up, andwith a dozen people pushing behind made anothercautious start, but down he went again, after amiserable period of sliding and slithering, withfurther breakages.This time we had some difficultyin getting him on his legs, and it was not tillwe had dried up the street with a piece of sacking