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A Vagabond Journey Around the World: A Narrative of Personal Experience

Chapter 3: LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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A first-person travel narrative recounts a globe-circling journey undertaken with little money, describing episodic tramps and temporary work across Europe, the Mediterranean, the Middle East, Egypt, South and Southeast Asia, and Japan. Through observational sketches and photographs the narrator records roads, cities, religious practices, laborers, local customs, and the practical realities of living on the road, blending practical travelcraft, ethnographic description, and humorous anecdote. Chapters are regionally arranged, moving from preliminary rambles through rural and urban encounters to reflections on return travel.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Harry A. Franck Frontispiece
 
FACING PAGE
 
A boss cattleman of the Walkerville barns who has crossed the Atlantic scores of times 6
 
Upon arrival in Montreal I put up at the “Stock Yards Hotel” and get a preliminary hair-cut in anticipation 6
 
Women laborers in the linen-mills of Belfast, Ireland 11
 
S. S. Sardinian. “Lamps does a bit of painting above the temporary cattle-pens” 11
 
A baker’s cart of Holland on the morning round 18
 
A public laundry on the Rhine at Mainz, Germany 18
 
Canal-boats laden with lumber from Nièvre entering Paris 31
 
“They are excellently built, the Routes Nationales of France” 31
 
A typical French roadster who has tramped the highways of Europe for thirty years 34
 
The two French miners with whom I tramped in France. Notice shoe-laces carried for sale 34
 
A Venetian pauper on the Rialto bridge 55
 
My gondolier on the Grand Canal 55
 
Going for the water. A village north of Rome 58
 
Italy is one of the most cruelly priest-ridden countries on the globe 58
 
Selling the famous long-horned cattle of Siena outside the walls 66
 
Italian peasants returning from market-day in the communal village 66
 
A factory of red roof-tiles near Naples. The girl works from daylight to dark for sixteen cents 76
 
Italian peasants returning from the vineyards to the village 76
 
My entrance into Paris in the corduroy garb and with the usual amount of baggage of the first months of the trip 94
 
“Tony of the Belt” 94
 
As I appeared during my tramp in Asia Minor. A picture taken by Abdul Razac Bundak, bumboat-man of Beirut 114
 
The lonely, Bedouin-infected road over the Lebanon. “Few corners of the globe offer more utter solitude than Syria and Palestine” 127
 
The Palestine beast of burden loaded with stone 127
 
Damascus. “The street called Straight—which isn’t” 133
 
A wood-turner of Damascus. He watches the ever-passing throng, turning the stick with a bow and a loose string, and holding the chisel with his toes 133
 
The most thickly settled portion of Damascus is the graveyard. A picture taken at risk of mobbing 140
 
Women of Bethlehem going to the Church of the Nativity 140
 
Tyre is now a miserable village connected with the mainland by a wind-blown neck of sand 149
 
Agriculture in Palestine. There is not an ounce of iron about the plow 149
 
On the road between Haifa and Nazareth I meet a road-repair gang, all women but the boss 156
 
On the summit of Jebel es Sihk, back of Nazareth. From left to right: Shukry Nasr, teacher; Elias Awad, cook; and Nehmé Simán, teacher; my hosts in Nazareth 156
 
The shopkeeper and the traveling salesman with whom I spent two nights and a day on the lonely road to Jerusalem. Arabs are very sensitive to cold, except on their feet and ankles 176
 
A high official of Mohammedanism. It being against the teachings of the Koran to have one’s picture taken, master and servant turn away their faces 176
 
The view of Jerusalem from my window in the Jewish hotel 183
 
Sellers of oranges and bread in Jerusalem. Notice Standard Oil can 183
 
The Palestine beast of burden carrying an iron beam to a building in construction 186
 
Jews of Jerusalem in typical costume 186
 
A winged dahabiyeh of the Nile 190
 
Sais or carriage runners of Cairo, clearing the streets for their master 190
 
An Arab gardener on the estate of the American consul of Cairo, for whom I worked two weeks 197
 
Otto Pia, the German beggar-letter writer of Cairo 197
 
An Arab café in Old Cairo 200
 
An abandoned mosque outside the walls of Cairo, and a caravan off for Suez across the desert 204
 
Spinners in the sun outside the walls of Cairo 211
 
Guests of the Asile Rudolph, Cairo. François, champion beggar, in the center, in the cape he wore as part of his “system” 211
 
An Arab market-day at the village of Gizeh 215
 
A woman of Alexandria, Egypt, carrying two bushels of oranges. Even barefooted market-women wear the veil required by the Koran 216
 
On the top of the largest pyramid. From the ground it looks as sharply pointed as the others 216
 
“Along the way shadoofs were ceaselessly dipping up the water that gives life to the fields of Egypt” 218
 
The “Tombs of the Kings” from the top of the Libyan range, to which I climbed above the plain of Thebes 218
 
A water-carrier of Luxor. A goatskin full costs one cent 222
 
The main entrance to the ruins of Karnak 226
 
The Egyptian fellah dwells in a hut of reeds and mud 231
 
Arab passengers on the Nile steamer. Except for their prayers, they scarcely move once a day 234
 
The Greek patriarch whose secretary I became—temporarily 234
 
S. S. Worcestershire of the Bibby Line, on which I stowed away after taking this picture 239
 
Oriental travelers at Port Saïd 239
 
An outrigger canoe and an outdoor laundry in Colombo, Ceylon 252
 
Road-repairers of Ceylon. Highway between Colombo and Kandy 252
 
Singhalese ladies wear only a skirt and a short waist, between which several inches of brown skin are visible 263
 
A Singhalese woman rarely misses an opportunity to give her children a bath 263
 
The woman who sold me the bananas 264
 
The thatch roof at the roadside, under which I slept on the second night of my tramp to Kandy 264
 
Singhalese infants are very sturdy during the first years 266
 
The yogi who ate twenty-eight of the bananas at a sitting 266
 
Central Ceylon. Making roof-tiles. The sun is the only kiln 268
 
The priests of the “Temple of the Tooth” in Kandy, who were my guides during my stay in the city 268
 
The rickshaw men of Colombo 274
 
American wanderers who slept in the Gordon Gardens of Colombo. Left to right: Arnold, ex-New York ward heeler; myself; “Dick Haywood”; an English lad; and Marten of Tacoma, Washington 274
 
The trick elephant of Fitzgerald’s circus and a high-caste Singhalese with circle-comb 287
 
John Askins, M.A., who had been “on the road” in the Orient twenty years 287
 
A Hindu of Madras with caste-mark, of cow-dung and coloring-matter, on his forehead 295
 
Hindus of all castes now travel by train 298
 
“Haywood” snaps me as I am getting a shave in Trichinopoly 298
 
The Hindu affects many strange coiffures. Natives of Madras 305
 
A Hindu basket-weaver of Madras 305
 
The great road of Puri, over which the massive Juggernaut car is drawn once a year 320
 
The main entrance to Juggernaut’s temple in Puri. I was mobbed for stepping on the flagging around the column 322
 
“Suttee” having been forbidden by their English rulers, Hindu widows must now shave their heads, dress in white, and gain their livelihood as best they can 324
 
A seller of the wood with which the bodies of Hindus are burned on the banks of the Ganges. Very despised caste 324
 
Bankipur’s chief object of interest is a vast granary built in the time of the American Revolution to keep grain for times of famine. From its top the traveler catches his first glimpse of the Ganges 338
 
Women of Delhi near gate forced during the Sepoy rebellion. One carries water in a Standard Oil can, another a basket of dung-cakes 338
 
One of the many flights of steps leading down to the bathing-ghats and funeral pyres of Benares 341
 
The Taj Mahal, Agra, India 348
 
A market-day in Delhi, India. Many castes of Hindus and Mohammedans are represented 351
 
The Hindu street-sprinkler does not lay much dust 351
 
A lady of quality of Delhi out for a drive 352
 
Hindu women drinking cocoanut-milk 352
 
Bungalows along the way in rural Burma 380
 
Women of the Malay Peninsula wear nothing above the waist-line and not much below it 380
 
A Laos carrier crossing the stream that separates Burma from Siam 433
 
The sort of jungle through which we cut our way for three weeks. Gerald James, my Australian companion, in the foreground 440
 
“An elephant, with a mahout dozing on his head, was advancing toward us” 448
 
Myself after four days in the jungle, and the Siamese soldiers with whom we fell in now and then between Myáwadi and Rehang. I had sold my helmet 448
 
Bangkok is a city of many canals 450
 
A swimming-school of Japan, teachers on the bank, novices near the shore, and advanced students, in white head-dress, well out in the pool 464
 
Women do most of the work in the rice-fields of Japan 464
 
Horses are rare in Japan. Men and baggage are drawn by coolies 467
 
Japanese children playing in the streets of Kioto 467
 
A Japanese lady 472
 
Japanese canal-boats and coolies of Kioto 478
 
The castle of Nagoya, in which many Russian prisoners were kept 480
 
Laying out fish to dry along the river in Tokio. Japan lives principally on fish and rice 480
 
An employee of the Tokio-Yokohama interurban, and some street urchins 483
 
Fishermen along the bay on my tramp from Tokio to Yokohama 483
 
The Russian consulate of Yokohama, in which we “beachcombers” slept 488
 
Japanese types in a temple inclosure 488
 
A Yokohama street decorated for the Taft party. The display is entirely private and shows the general good will of the Japanese toward the United States 494