For our own part, one of the greatest bugbears of books is the Road Book on
the old system: it is all long columns of small type, in which we lose our
way as in the cross-roads of the last century--all direction-posts and
"_Vides_," puzzle upon puzzle, Pelion on Ossa, and Ossa on Pelion--crabbed
and complex abbreviations, with which we get acquainted at the end of our
journey. They contain nothing like direct information, and the only people
who appear to understand them are postmasters and innkeepers, and some
old-established bagmen, whose interests and heads will give you a clearer
view of the roads than all the itineraries ever printed. It was, however,
but reasonable to expect that the Macadamization of roads, or the mending
of ways, should be followed up by the improvement of Road Books, since
greater facilities and inducements were thereby afforded to the tourist for
the detection and exposure of blunders--such as placing a hall on the wrong
side of the road, or recording some relic which had never existed but in
the book.
The arrangement of the _Road Book of Scotland_ is clear and intelligible,
and, moreover, it is a book which may be read in the post-chaise or the
parlour, on or off the road, before or after the journey, with equal
pleasure.
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