nishingly to ●have native policemen and soldiers draw up ●at attention and salute as h▓e passes; he adores, of course, the la●zy indolence of the East.But all these

● things are as nothing compared wi●th his one great advantage ov●er his brother in northern lands.He escapes th●e terror of the coming night.Only he w●ho has roam

ed penniless throug●h a colder world can know this dread; ho▓w, like an oppressive cloud, rising on the▓ horizon of each new day, it casts i●ts gloom over every nig

gardly atom of good fortu●ne.In the north one must have shelter.Othe▓r things which the world cal▓ls necessities the vagrant may do wi▓thout, but the night will not be put off l●ike hunger and thirst.In the tr

opics In Ceyl▓on Bah! What is night but a m●ore comfortable day If it grows too dark fo●r tramping, one lies down in the bed under hi●s feet and rises, refreshed, with the▓ new dawn. From my forest lodging bord▓ering the twenty-first mile post, I set out on ●the second day’s tramp before the cou●ntry people were astir.The ●highway, bursting forth from the encircling palm▓ trees now and then, stalked ac▓ross a small, r