"I have passed down the great rivers of the world without a thought of salmon, and I have driven through the forest lands and across the mountains behind a giant locomotive, without a thought of the beasts which might be lurking there, waiting to be killed.

My only desire has been to reach the next place where men and women were." "Irrespective of nationality ?" Francis queried.
"Absolutely.

I have never minded much of what race--I have the trick of tongues rather strangely developed--but I like the feeling of human beings around me.

I like the smell and sound and atmosphere of a great city.

Then all my senses are awake, but life becomes almost turgid in my veins during the dreary hours of passing from one place to another." "Do you rule out scenery as well as sport from amongst the joys of travel ?" Francis enquired.
"I am ashamed to make such a confession," his host answered, "but I have never lingered for a single unnecessary moment to look at the most wonderful landscape in the world.