The politically ambitious and the beerily dissolute artisan of whom you read in the newspapers by no means constitute all the odder varieties of the species.

Good Morrow, Neighbour; good Morrow, Neighbour Cloggit; How do's all at your Houſe this Morning?

Stockholmers are very proud of their brand new underground railway—they even refrain from putting their feet on the opposite seats—and they have every reason for their pride.

I had to have one last look at the Depsang Plains before we left the next day. No one else seemed particularly enthused, so I set off alone up the long gradual slope behind our cricket pitch. Moving quickly I gained the lip of the plain in forty-five minutes and walked off across its remarkable horizontal surface. So strange a place was it that I felt I could be somewhere as remote and curious as on the moon.