Identifier: enroutedescripti00trev (find matches)
Title: En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Trevor, Roy
Subjects: Europe -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : E. Stanford
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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t, and wewere compelled to go on. The streets were filledwith a huge crowd of men, out on strike or somenoisy yete, for we had some difficulty in passing, andonly by patience and great restraint did we succeedin freeing ourselves of the mob. Forty more milesdragged themselves wearily beneath us, and onlooking at the clock upon the dash we found thatthe time was after half-past six. Need I say wehad been grovelling in the mud wrestling with tyres ?As it would be impossible to travel over that roadin the dark we could not do the other forty miles toValencia, and consulted our one and only map, tofind a place to stop at before darkness overtook us.Jativa, a tiny village upon the railway, some sixmiles from the main road, seemed the only placeand there we decided to go, risking the accommoda-tion. The road was somewhat drier and we madebetter progress. Our misfortunes did not end here ;ten miles before we reached the branch road we cameupon a mule tied to a doorway. Seeing us it became230
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THEY CALL THEM ROYAL ROADS terrified and broke loose ; for a second it seemed tohesitate undecided whether to dash into the cottageor gallop along the road, then with a playful kick, itchose the latter and trotted along the road in frontof us ; keeping in the middle it would not hurry, orget out of the way, neither would it allow us to pass,but compelled us, with almost human anti-motorism,to follow at its own pace. Twice we stopped andtried to catch it, but each time it quickened its pace.Several peasants endeavoured to turn it on to thegrass by the wayside, but with a supreme indiffer-ence to their presence, it continued its way, and thepeasant was glad to escape unhurt on to the grasshimself. For nearly six miles we followed that mulewith darkness creeping quietly on. At last, whenour stock of patience, sadly tried, was almostexhausted, the mule stopped and walked on to thegrass : as we passed it turned round and looked atus, and if ever a mule grinned that one did, a nasty,derisiv

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