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 CHAPTER XII

A LUGGAGE TRAIN—THE WORST STAGE OF MY WHOLE JOURNEY

We are an hour late, the rain is pouring in torrents as I mount from a Turk's back to my now familiar "van"; the station is full of friends crowding to witness our start and say farewell.

From a Turk's Back.

After no more than an hour of what proved to be much the worst stage of my whole journey, I was determined against any further dependence upon "goods