The Uncommercial Traveller Author:Charles Dickens Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Chapter VII TRAVELLING ABROAD 1GOT into the travelling chariot—it was of German make, roomy, heavy, and unvarnished—I got into the travelling chariot, pull... more »ed up the steps after me, shut myself in with a smart bang of the door, and gave the word, " Go on ! " Immediately, all that W. and S.W. division of London began to slide away at a pace so lively, that I was over the river, and past the Old Kent Road, and out on Blackheath, and even ascending Shooter's Hill, before I had had time to look about me in the carriage, like a collected traveller. I had two ample Imperials on the roof, other fitted storage for luggage in front, and other up behind ; I had a net for books overhead, great pockets to all the windows, a leathern pouch or two hung up for odds and ends, and a reading lamp fixed in the back of the chariot, in case I should be benighted. I was amply provided in all respects, and had no idea where I was going (which was delightful), except that I was going abroad. So smooth was the old high road, and so fresh were the horses, and so fast went I, that it was midway between Gravesend and Rochester, and the widening river was bearing the ships, white sailed or black-smoked, out to sea, when I notice- by the wayside a very queer small boy. " Holloa ! " said I, to the very queer small boy, " where do you live ?" " At Chatham," says he. " What do you do there ? " says I. " I go to school," says he. I took him up in a moment, and we went on.Presently, the very queer small boy says, " This is Gads-hill we are coming to, where Falstaff went out to rob those travellers, and ran away." " You know something about Falstaff, eh ?" said I. " All about him," said the very queer small boy. I am old (I am nine), and I read all sorts of books. But do let us s...« less