Give him a screw-hammer, a bundle of rags, an oil-can, and something to sit down upon, and he is happy for the day.

He has to put up with certain disadvantages, of course; there is no joy without alloy.

He himself always looks like a tinker, and his machine always suggests the idea that, having stolen it, he has tried to disguise it; but as he rarely gets beyond the first milestone with it, this, perhaps, does not much matter.

The mistake some people make is in thinking they can get both forms of sport out of the same machine.

This is impossible; no machine will stand the double strain.