The road's a reg'lar hell since them engines started along cuttin' everything to pieces.

There aint a man, woman, nor child what's safe from the moneyed murderers." "Oh come, I say!" ejaculated a big, burly young fellow in corduroys.
"Moneyed murderers is going a bit too strong!" "No 'taint!" said the first man who had spoken.

"That's what the motor-car folks are--no more nor less.

Only t' other day in Taunton, a woman as was the life an' soul of 'er 'usband an' childern, was knocked down by a car as big as a railway truck.

It just swept 'er off the curb like a bundle o' rags.