When we look at the Images of
stagecoaches on Christmas cards, they look colourful, dashing and rather
romantic, but what was the reality like for our ancestors traveling 170
years ago?
Less poetically local newspapers are full of items on stagecoach travel:
"The Border Watch" - 19 November 1846:
"I rode a long distance in one of the public coaches on the day preceding Christmas The coach was crowded both inside and out with passengers who by their talk seemed principally bound for the mansions of relatives or friends to eat their Christmas dinner. The coach was loaded with hampers of game and baskets and boxes pf delicacies....Charles Dickens in "David Copperfield" published in 1850 painted a rather different picture of the reality of a winter stagecoach journey.
A stage coach carries animation along with it and puts the world in motion as it whirls along. The horn sounds at the entrance to a village and produces a general battle. As we drew into the great gateway of an inn, I saw on the one side the light of a roaring fire kitchen fire, beaming through a window. I entered and admired the picture of convenience, neatness and broad honest enjoyment - the kitchen of an English inn, it was of spacious dimensions hung around with copper and tin vessels, highly polished and decorated here and there with Christmas green".
"How well I recollect the wintry ride! The frozen particles of ice brushed from the blades of grass by the wind and borne across the face; the hard clatter of the horses' hoofs beating a tune upon the ground; the stiff-tilted soil, the snowdrifts, lightly eddying in the chalk pit as the breeze ruffled it; the smoking team stopping to breathe on the hill top and shaking their bells musically,..........
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Less poetically local newspapers are full of items on stagecoach travel:
"The Border Watch" - 19 November 1846:
“A SLOW COACH. – The Edinburgh and Hawick coach, which left Princes Street, Edinburgh on Saturday afternoon at 4pm did not reach the Bridge Inn, Galashiels, until about 10pm; thus accomplishing the distance of thirty-two miles in the astonishing period of six hours!
The pace was such that an ordinary pedestrian would have found little difficulty in keeping up with the coach. The road was by no means heavy, although in some places newly laid with metal. The coachman did his duty well with whip and voice, constantly urging forward his jaded steeds, and employing the box seat passenger to assist him with a spare thong.
Reports on accidents, present a graphic picture of the perils facing passengers and (and pedestrian) alike.But it was all of no avail. The animals would not move one foot faster than another. Up hill or down hill there was little perceptible difference, and several times the vehicle came to a dead halt, almost on a level.
The coach was full from Edinburgh, but a passenger having been let down on the road, another person was taken up. In spite of the loud remonstrances of the passengers, a second was buckled on behind, and a third was allowed standing room beside him. It appears there is now no restriction as to the number a stage coach may carry, and consequently three poor miserable horses were forced to drag, throughout a weary stage of fifteen miles, a heavy coach loaded with eighteen or twenty persons.
If there is any law against cruelty to animals, surely it must apply to a case like this. Whatever grievances attend railway traveling, it will be something, at least, to get rid of this wholesome horse murder.”
"The Kelso Chronicle": - 16 June 1837:
"ACCIDENT. – On Tuesday evening when the coach from Kelso had passed Ord, the reins broke, and the driver left his seat, and went along the pole to recover them. His foot slipped, and he fell between the pole and the horses to the ground. Fortunately, the wheels passed on both sides of him, and he escaped with no other injury than a slight blow to the head.The horses set off at rapid pace, and ran through Tweedmouth. The passengers kept their seats, and the horses while running furiously along the bridge, were stopped by a young man named Robert Robertson, who, with great personal risk, seized the horses’ head.Had they not been stopped, in all probability, from the speed with which they were proceeding, the coach would have been upset at the turn of Bridge Street. The conduct of the young man deserves great praise.”
“WONDERFUL ESCAPE. – As the Defiance Coach was leaving the town on Friday last, a girl, about 10 years of age, daughter of Mr. Ferguson, tailor, who was hastily crossing the High Street, and not perceiving the coach, ran in betwixt the fore and hind horses, by which she was struck down, when the horses and coach went over her, to the horror of the spectators, who could do nothing to save her. The wheels on the one side passed over one of her legs, bruising it most severely in two places, while the opposite wheels went over the top of her bonnet, close to the head, but without doing any injury. The poor girl’s thigh was also much bruised, apparently by one of the horses’ feet. We are glad to state that she is recovering from the effects of her injuries.”.
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But the iconic image remains of a mode of travel that still captures our imagination. especially at Christmas time.
Sources:
Border Highways by John James Mackay, 1998
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stagecoach
Local newspapers of the Scottish Borders
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Local newspapers of the Scottish Borders
“The Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories (ACCM) allows you to share your family’s holiday history twenty-four different ways during December! Learn more at http://adventcalendar.geneabloggers.com."
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Adapted from a posting that originally appeared
on the blog Worldwide Genealogical Collaboration.
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