one o’clock
An hour later . Fusing into this crowd , and somehow getting through it , are all kinds of conveyances , and all kinds of foot-passengers ; carts , with brick-makers and brick-makeresses jolting up and down on planks ; drags , with the needful grooms behind , sitting cross-armed in the needful manner , and slanting themselves backward from the soles of their boots at the needful angle ; postboys , in the shining hats and smart jackets of the olden time , when stokers were not ; beautiful Yorkshire horses , gallantly driven by their own breeders and masters . Under every pole , and every shaft , and every horse , and every wheel as it would seem , the Gong-donkey -- metallically braying , when not struggling for life , or whipped out of the way . By one o'clock , all this stir has gone out of the streets , and there is no one left in them but Francis Goodchild . Francis Goodchild will not be left in them long ; for , he too is on his way , ` t ' races . ' A most beautiful sight , Francis Goodchild finds ` t ' races ' to be , when he has left fair Doncaster behind him , and comes out on the free course , with its agreeable prospect , its quaint Red House oddly changing and turning as Francis turns , its green grass , and fresh heath . A free course and an easy one , where Francis can roll smoothly where he will , and can choose between the start , or the coming-in , or the turn behind the brow of the hill , or any out-of-the-way point where he lists to see the throbbing horses straining every nerve , and making the sympathetic earth throb as they come by .