From Land's End to John-o'-Groats

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By 8.45 we had finished our meal and were
off again.
The next town of any importance passed
through was Congleton. The road winds very
much through this place, and we were frequent-
ly obliged to enquire our way. The natives
had heard of the walk and were out in full
force.
The climb out of the town is rather stiff,
then the surface of the road as far as Cheadle
is
perfect.
It is remarkable, on a tour of this description,
what a lot of champion athletes one meets.
True, they have never inscribed their names on
the scroll of fame. but one might be led to
believe, if their own account of themselves is
to be taken as correct, that they are a species of
athletic flower " born to blush unseen, and
,waste their sweetness on the desert air." Such
an one I found this day. While plodding along
some two miles beyond Congleton, a clatter of
clogs just behir;d me caused me to glance
round. There I espied an over-trained looking
man, whose age may have been anything be-
tween ;o and So years. Along he 'came, with
his arms up and swinging, in real racing style.