Hodge and His Masters — A Closer Reading

I. THE FARMERS' PARLIAMENT

III. A MAN OF PROGRESS

V. THE BORROWER AND THE GAMBLER

VI. AN AGRICULTURAL GENIUS--OLD STYLE

VII. THE GIG AND THE FOUR-IN-HAND. A BICYCLE FARMER

VIII. HAYMAKING. 'THE JUKE'S COUNTRY'

IX. THE FINE LADY FARMER. COUNTRY GIRLS

X. MADEMOISELLE, THE GOVERNESS

XI. FLEECEBOROUGH. A 'DESPOT'

XII. THE SQUIRE'S 'ROUND ROBIN'

XIII. AN AMBITIOUS SQUIRE

XIV. THE PARSON'S WIFE

XV. A MODERN COUNTRY CURATE

XVII. 'COUNTY COURT DAY'

XVIII. THE BANK. THE OLD NEWSPAPER

XIX. THE VILLAGE FACTORY. VILLAGE VISITORS. WILLOW-WORK

XXI. A WINTER'S MORNING

XXII. THE LABOURER'S CHILDREN, COTTAGE GIRLS

XXIII. THE LOW 'PUBLIC' IDLERS

XXIV. THE COTTAGE CHARTER, FOUR-ACRE FARMERS

XXV. LANDLORDS' DIFFICULTIES, THE LABOURER AS A POWER. MODERN CLERGY

XXVI. A WHEAT COUNTRY

XXVII. GRASS COUNTRIES

XXVIII. HODGE'S LAST MASTERS, CONCLUSION

THE FARMERS' PARLIAMENT

The doorway of the Jason Inn at Woolbury had nothing particular to distinguish it from the other doorways of the same extremely narrow street. There was no porch, nor could there possibly be one, for an ordinary porch would reach half across the roadway. There were no steps to go up, there was no entrance hall, no space specially provided for crowds of visitors; simply nothing but an ordinary street-door opening directly on the street, and very little, if any, broader or higher than those of the private houses adjacent. There was not even the usual covered way or archway leading into the courtyard behind, so often found at old country inns; the approach to the stables and coach-houses was through a separate and even more narrow and winding street, necessitating a detour of some quarter of a mile. The dead, dull wall was worn smooth in places by the involuntary rubbings it had received from the shoulders of foot-passengers thrust rudely against it as the market-people came pouring in or out, or both together.

Had the spot been in the most crowded district of the busiest part of the metropolis, where every inch of ground is worth an enormous sum, the buildings could not have been more jammed together, nor the inconvenience greater. Yet the little town was in the very midst of one of the most purely agricultural counties, where land, to all appearance, was plentiful, and where there was ample room and 'verge enough' to build fifty such places. The pavement in front of the inn was barely eighteen inches wide; two persons could not pass each other on it, nor walk abreast. If a cart came along the roadway, and a trap had to go by it, the foot-passengers had to squeeze up against the wall, lest the box of the wheel projecting over the kerb should push them down. If a great waggon came loaded with wool, the chances were whether a carriage could pass it or not; as for a waggon-load of straw that projected from the sides, nothing could get by, but all must wait--coroneted panel or plain four-wheel--till the huge mass had rumbled and jolted into the more open market-place.

But hard, indeed, must have been the flag-stones to withstand the wear and tear of the endless iron-shod shoes that tramped to and fro these mere ribbons of pavements. For, besides the through traffic out from the market-place to the broad macadamised road that had taken the place and the route of an ancient Roman road, there were the customers to the shops that lined each side of the street. Into some of these you stepped from the pavement down, as it were, into a cave, the level of the shop being eight or ten inches below the street, while the first floor projected over the pavement quite to the edge of the kerb. To enter these shops it was necessary to stoop, and when you were inside there was barely room to turn round. Other shops were, indeed, level with the street; but you had to be careful, because the threshold was not flush with the pavement, but rose a couple of inches and then fell again, a very trap to the toe of the unwary. Many had no glass at all, but were open, like a butcher's or fishmonger's. Those that had glass were so restricted for space that, rich as they might be within in the good things of the earth, they could make no 'display.' All the genius of a West-end shopman could not have made an artistic arrangement in that narrow space and in that bad light; for, though so small below, the houses rose high, and the street being so narrow the sunshine rarely penetrated into it.