Related article: amateur coachman — was then running the Venture between Newcastle and Tynemouth, and he invited the old coachman to make the journey, and greatly did he enjoy his day. The turn-out of coach, horses and harness pleased him greatly, and there is no doubt that many of our modern coaches would compare favour- ably with almost all those of older date. Some of the very swell concerns like the Brighton Age, the Shrewsbury Hirondelle, or the Birmingham Tally-Ho, were exceedingly well turned out, but the majority of the cross-country coaches left a good deal to be desired, while the less said about most of the harness used with the night coaches the better ; it had seen its best days by daylight, and was nourished exclusively on liberal applications of neats'-foot oil. In connection, however, with Mr. Colpitts's later coaching ex- periences it should not be omitted that a very interesting meeting once took place in London be- tween Tim Carter, old Cracknell, who at one time drove a Norwich coach, and was, after the revival, on the Brighton road, and Mr. Buy Pantoprazole Online Colpitts. If memory serves rightly, it was Mr. J. B. Angell who brought about the meeting. Mr. Angell had been on the Prince of Wales coach, then run by Mr. John Eden from the Scotch Stores in Oxford Street, to High Wycombe, on which Mr. Angell was having a day, and happening to see Tim Carter in London, he found Cracknell, too, and the three old coachmen had quite a long talk. Mr. Colpitts was never, so far as is known, connected with any long distance coaches, but owned and drove several that made short journeys. His yard was in the Cloth Market at Newcastle, and for some time he drove between Newcastle and Durham, the coach going on with another coachman to Sunderland. Another of his coaches ran between Newcastle and Shotley Bridge, and he after- wards ran between Newcastle and Morpeth, keeping on after the railway connected the two places : but steam was too formidable an opponent, and Generic Pantoprazole Mr. Colpitts, who had successfully competed against most owners on that road, had to confess himself beaten. There was no lack of opposition in the north while Mr. Colpitts was a coach proprietor, and all sorts of dodges were resorted to in order that passengers Purchase Pantoprazole Online might be secured, and on one occasion a lady with a bandbox and a baby was seen to be approaching the spot where Mr. Colpitts's North Briton and a rival vehicle were standing. The opposition guard ran up and secured the bandbox, but the far-seeing Mr. Colpitts went and carried off the baby in triumph because, as he afterwards explained, the passenger was bound to follow the child. The lady rode with Colpitts! The latter did so well on the Shotley Bridge road that a confederacy started an opposition coach, and one of the men on their side named Brown declared that, if they did not run Colpitts off the road in a few months, he would hang himself. The opposition did not succeed, and the man did actually commit suicide in the 448 BAILY S MAGAZINE. [JrxE manner stated. It was mentioned above that on the Morpeth road Mr. Colpitts was beaten off by the railway, but between Newcastle and Durham he once beat the rail. A heavy snowstorm came on, and some of the passengers elected to return to Durham by rail, whereupon Mr. Colpitts re- marked that he would beat the train, and so he did, for although he was between two and three hours late, the train was blocked in a cutting for forty-eight hours, an incident which brought the coach a good deal of custom during the winter months. Of incidents Mr. Colpitts had a number to relate, and in talking of overloading, he remembered how, on one occasion, when his coach was crammed inside and out, an old lady decided to ride in the front boot rather than be left be- hind, and in quite another quarter of England, Devonshire to wit, the coachman of the Exeter and Plymouth coach once took refuge in the boot. This was Paul Col- lings, a little man standing not much over five feet one inch. He started from the Black Horse Inn, Exeter, in fine weather, but Buy Pantoprazole before he had gone very far a smart shower of rain began to fall, and as Collings had left his overcoat behind, he quietly dropped into the boot and drove from that shelter. A farmer riding down a lane at right angles to the coach road saw, as he imagined, the horses spinning along without a driver, so he gave chase, Paul Collings being the while quite un- mindful that he was being pur- sued. Presently the rain stopped, the horses were pulled up, and the little coachman emerged from his hiding - place, to the intense surprise of the farmer, who at first could not imagine where Collings had come from. A run- away coach, however, was not exactly unknown in olden days. Some coachmen were in the habit of leaving their horses unattended while they went into an inn to drink, and it was no uncommon thing for the horses to start away by themselves, and if they had anything like a start they would sometimes trot the whole stage by themselves, stopping of their own accord at the regular changing place. A team in one of Colpitts's Briton coaches once started off owing to a bystander startling the horses, and although there were five or Buy Cheap Pantoprazole six passengers on the coach, no mishap overtook them on the way. Pantoprazole Online On one occasion Mr. Colpitts used to say that he, many of the inhabitants of, and visitors to, Newcastle had a lucky escape from being blown Order Pantoprazole to atoms. In the small hours of one Saturday morning one of the stage waggons stopped at the Durham House, his place in Newcastle, and left io casks Order Pantoprazole Online a great quantity of wba: turned out to be nicro-glycerine. The casks were put into a hay Purchase Pantoprazole store, the driver of the waggon saying that they had come from Yorkshire and they belonged to someone who was going on by the mail. No Cheap Pantoprazole one, however, came forward to claim them, and Mr. Colpitts and his men, igno- rant of the contents of the barrels, unconcernedly worked at the forage in the building. On one day, however, the ostler struck a small piece of something on the floor, when there was instantly a loud report; a small quantity more was found, and then the discovery was made that the stuff came from one of the casks. Colpitts left word that if they were not at once called for he would have them thrown into the river Tyne. The existence of