Ir is rather the custom of the present day, especially when one has travelled far enough to reach the true Orient, to ridicule the globe trotter and all his works. His get up is at timos remarkable enough the ease with which he is victimised marks him out as easy prey to the hundreds of land sharks, respectable and otherwise, that lic in watt for him; his omniscience is the theme of many a joke, and his general foolishness, exhibited of course in his total ignorance of local custom, gives the finishing touch to a picture that has more of interest in it to the exile than to the wanderer himself.
But there are globe trotters and globe trotters. Some are not entire-Ty undeserving of the popular opinion. Bus there are others. These are gentlemen who like Dickens's troubler of the Circumlocution Office want to know. Their appetite for information is insatiable. Nothing comes amiss to them. Their brain pan is an omnium gutherum of facts, fancies, statics and dynamics. All that is, all that moves is of interest to them. They are trave!- ling interrogation marks and their name is legion.
We have met and travelled with one. He was European, continentally, but cosmopolitan by nature. The languages that he could not patter in were mere dialects. His greatest interest was curry thing gastronomic, any pertained to the galley, the cookhouse or the larder was to him of greater interest than affairs of state. He was the kitchener of cooks. At home, wherever that was, and from his conversation it might have been New York, London, St. Petersburg
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