A Ramble round the Globe ... With ... illustrations [including a portrait], etc

Introduction

In offering this book to the public, I should like it to be distinctly understood that I do not claim for it any particular literary merit, neither do Iwish it to be thought I intend entering the ranks of the noble army of authors. It is simply the gratification of a fad. After I had finished my tour, so many of my friends wanted to know ' all about it,' that I determined to fill up my odd time by putting it down on paper ; and this is the result. Some of tlie little tales recorded may be new, or they may have reached an age when they may justly be termed 'bald-headed1; whichever they are, I do not claim originality for them — I simply record them as they came to me. THOMAS R. DEW AR. London : October 1804. PAGE I !7 36 50 C O N T E N T S

Chapter I

Why I went away — Leaving Liverpool — The City of Paris — The would-be Emigrant's Return — Moralising — An American Lady — A Modest Missionary — Wash-houses and Mosquitoes — ' Stars and Stripes ' — ' Mister ' — The Custom-house — Tender Scenes ........

Chapter II

New York — An InquisitiveCrowd — Cabs and Road-cars — Discovery ofthe North Pole — Baggage— The ' Blue Line ' — Washington — Philosophy from a Nigger — ' Scotch ' in tbe White House — Baltimore and Steam-whistles — Philadelphia — Hell Gate — Newport — A Bathroom Episode — An Altercation — Boston — Culture and Pants ......

Chapter III

Portland (Maine) — Longfellow— Quebec — Wolfe and Montcalm — The 'Scott Act' Commission — Two Important Questions — Canadian Pacific Railway — Ottawa — Toronto — Falls of Niagara — Peculiar Thoughts — An Enterprising Syndicate

Chapter IV

Oil City and Pittsburg — Natural Gas — Protection and Millionaire Philanthropists — 'Billy Pinkerton ' — Riots at Homestead — Andrew Carnegie — 'Pistol Practice' — A Suicide — A Morning Walk — Voyage to Detroit — 'New Corn' — Detroit — The Empress ' Train — George .... PAGE 61 73 88 107

Chapter V

The Chicago Fire— Jealousy of New Yorkers— Gum-chewing— Expectoration— The ' Quid '—Onions or Indians— Wonderful Prosperity— Sunday— World's Fair— The Stock-yards— Killing a Steer— A Hospital Job—' Piggie's ' Executioner— The End ofthe Porker .-••••

Chapter VI

Leaving Chicago— Real Estate— Jumping a Claim — The Mississippi — Exhibitions, Teetotalers, Concrete Men, and Mud-Niggers — Rival Towns — Dakota District — Pioneers and Indians — An Intolerable Tongue-wagger — An Unnatural Scottie — Winnipeg — How to Light Gas — Shooting and Winter Sports — Down a Well— The Hudson's Bay Co. .

Chapter VII

Prairies and Indians — An Intoxicated Cook — Peculiar Names — ' Regular Gorge, 50 cents ' — Cockneys and Crofters — The Rocky Mountains — Banff — Magnificent Scenery — Salmon in the River Fraser — Vancouver — ' Labour with Capital ' — John Chinaman — A Five-dollar Hurry— Schoolboy Books — Going to 'Frisco — Marvellous Vegetation — ' No pullee, no pushee, go like hellee ! ' — Poor Polly — Buying a Kodak

Chapter VIII

The Golden Gates — ' Buy Brown's Boots ' — Honeymooners and Missionaries — A Funeral at Sea — 'A heathen grog-seller ' — Honolulu — Tropical Scenery — ' Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-av ! ' — Chinese Prescriptions — Queen and Scotchman — Paradise and Inferno — Father Damien — Captain Cook — Going to Samoa The Hurricane of '80 — A Visit to Royalty — Grilled Missionary — Kava — Samoan Fashions — A Game of Clubs — A Native Service ....... CONTENTS IX PAGE 126 140 168 181

Chapter IX

Leaving Samoa — Trade Winds and Currents — Auckland — Pearls in Oysters — Maori Pennies — A Natural Hot Bath — Hot Springs — Rotorua and Geysers — Revolver Shooting — Maoris and ' Missionaryism ' — Sophia — Card-playing — An 'Example' taken wrongly — Being Photographed — A Baby Geyser — 'The Bone-scraper ' — To Err is Human — A Hint for Justice Jeune — The ' Haka-Haka ' — A Learned Landlord

Chapter X

Digging a Bath — ' Here is Hades ' — Early Rising — Across Country in a Coach — A 'Spill ' — 'Tipping' Proprietors — Sights around Taupo — Tarawera — The Landlord's Niece — Shattered Hopes — Dairy Work — Poetry — Magnificent Scenery — Maori Socialism — Return to Civilisation — Napier — Luxuriant Grazing-land — My Friend in Love again — Wellington — Humane New Zealand Little Boys ......

Chapter XI

An Antidote to Love-making — ' Juicy ' Fresh Air — Pulpy Baggage — Christchurch — A Dinner-party and Result — Dunedin — The 'Whisky Steeple' — A ' Washing Name' — Stewart Island Oysters — ' Dirty ' Weather — Professionals — Hobart and the Olden Days — Hobart in the Present Day — Off to Melbourne .......

Chapter XII

Snakes and a Shock — Melbourne — Australian Hospitality — A Picnic — Yarns, Mosquitoes, and a Snake — Rabbits — To Sydney by Train — Changing Trains — The Heat — Sydney — My Friend's Concert-party — To Hong-Kong X PAGE 106 214 232 253

Chapter XIII

Port Jackson— Scenery and Sharks— Cockroaches and Rats- Chinamen on Board— A Rat Hunt— On a Coral Reef— Thursday Island— A False Alarm— A ' Celestial ' Fight— Port Darwin—Frightening Chinamen— Cockfighting— Earthquakes - A Shark in the Saloon— Musical Portuguese —Tackling a Monsoon— Propitiating the Josses— Shipping Corpses— Hong- Kong in sight ....•■•

Chapter XIV

Hong-Kong— Sampans and Floating Mansions— Chinamen stout in Winter — ' English as she is spoke ' — Victoria Park — Canton — ' Flower-boats ' — Cantonese Perfumes — Sign-boards — Temples and Josses — A Chinese Lunch — The Science of Cruelty — Chinese Punishments — Going to Shanghai — Wreck of the Bokhara — Shanghai — More Smells — A Religious Service — A Chinese Funeral — Rings round the Eyes — Missionaries .......

Chapter XV

John as a Business Man — Woosung Railway— Chinese Enterprise — The Empress of India — Coaling at Nagasaki — Japanese Coal Trade — Rickshas again — A Fight — Temples — Gods and Goddesses — Japanese Politeness— Etiquette of the Sandals — Japanese Dress — Language — The Inland Sea — Poetical Scenery — Pickles and Curios . . . . .

Chapter XVI

Good Resolutions — More Curios — A Japanese Divinity — A Japanese Luncheon — Going Home — Schoolday Recollections — Sandal-hunting — Leaving Yokohama — The Messageries Maritimes — Shanghai again — A ' High ' Atmosphere — Shanghai Theatre — The Public Pipe — Departure of a Missionary Return to Hong-Kong— Saigon — Another Mud-bank — The ' Blackguard Set ' — A Tender Scene interrupted — A Poet's Revenge — The Major .... CONTENTS XI

Chapter XVII Page

Dressed for Landing— Singapore — The Silver Question — A Cab Strike — ' Home, Sweet Home' — The New Passengers — Busybodies — The Smoke-room Party — French Politeness — Colombo — Singhalese Tradesmen — Bargaining — The Twenty-Dollar Piece — An Impromptu Sale— Messageries Maritimes Punctuality — Female Friendliness ..... 278

Chapter XVIII

Aden — Mutiny in a Boat — An Eastern Pickpocket — Buying Mementoes — 'Sold' over Ostrich Eggs — The Red Sea — Perim and Yarns — Suez and Photo-merchants — Port Said a ' Hell upon Earth ' — Thinking of Children — Different Passengers — French Custom-house Officers — Monte Carlo, Nice, Paris, and ' Home, Sweet Home ' .... PRINCIPAL ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE PAGE Portrait of the Author — Frontispiece. A medical gentleman . 3 Good-bye .... 4 The time for parting has arrived .... 5 The tender moves one way, the City of Paris another . 0 Some emigrants return millionaires .... 8 He moralised wonderfully . 9 The ' tttcking-in ' was accomplished .... 10 Land in sight . .11 Pointing out the places of interest . . .12 Flag-waving on nearing New York . . . .13 The poor girl had to repack the whole lot . . .15 A policeman .... 19 A politician .... 20 Discovery of the North Pole . 21 My nigger cabdriver . . 24 Our cabby . .25 One of the 'Four Hundred' . 28 Bathing-time at Newport . 29 A timid bather . . .30 ' Guess I ought to have seen that door was locked ' . 31 A most charming young lady . 32 He started a pant business . 33 Theatre scene ... 3-1 The White Mountains . . 38 A brandy-and-sodaist . . 41 The cholera mixture . . 42 Canadian Pacific Railway . 43 Parliament House, Ottawa . 44 ' What a sight ! ' . . .40 Suffering from nerves . . 47 Wicked men take portraits . 48 We heard several pistol-shots . . . . .54 ' He called me a liar' . 55 Two pretty American girls . 58 George Washington . . 59 The sprightly stall-keeper . 03 He coolly replied ...

GO The ' almighty dollar . .07 Killing steers ... 09 ' Look you here, sonny ' 75 A colonel .... A RAMBLE ROUND THE GLOBE XIV PAGE PAGE Writing to people about these islands . • .128 Under the guidance of the landlord . . . .132 A nigger in a pair of trousers 136 Sophia ..... 137 Maoris card-playing . .139 Sit on their clothes until the rain has finished . 141 I was introduced to two old Maori gentlemen .143 Old Bone-scraper . . . 144 Proprietor of the Geyser Hotel . .147 A gentleman in red 1 51 I parted company with the coach .... 154 The landlord's niece . . 157 Kissing the coachman . .158 Pail, stcol, and Yank were flying in all directions 159 A very smart dogcart . 103 Some boys with a bird's nest . 166 The parting was affecting 169 Fresh air a bit juicy . .170 He hammered at me . . 172 The captain greeted us with a mighty roar . .174 Anxious to relate his feelings . 176 Deck quoits .... 177 Professional talent . . 178 Flirting on deck . . 179 Disturbing studies . . 184 Georgie. . .186 Picnic up the Yarra 187 Two elderly maidens began to harangue ... 77 Indians in the old days . 80 The tongue-wagger . . 81 A Scotchman .... 82 Halfpenny 'buses ... 83 He found his companion stretched on the floor . 85 Bargaining with Indians 89 A meal 91 Entering the Rockies . . 93 A mountain railroad . . 94 Canadian Pacific Railway 95 A lady was ' camping out ' 97 ' Oh ! it 's nothing ! ' . . . 101 San Francisco : the Golden Gates . . . .102 All he had to do . . . 103 ' Och, ye divil ! ' . . .104 A jolly travelling companion . 105 The world exists only for two people . . . 109 A sudden lurch of the vessel . 110 A rare lot of missionaries .

Ill A rare lot ... . 112 A most impressive sight . . 113 A Scotch minister . . . 114 'We have a heathen grog-seller on board ' . . . . 115 A Samoan canoe in a gale . 119 The spirit of their forefathers rises 122 The guide .... 124 Leaving Samoa . . .

PRINCIPAL ILLUSTRATIONS XV PAGE PAGE It was a struggle . . .139 With her favourite greyhound . . .191 A beggar . . . .192 One of the company . . 194 ' You '11 remember Me ' .197 Cockroaches .... 199 The rat-hunt . . .201 A fight between two Celestials 203 Frightening Celestials . . 206 A Chinese prayer-meeting . 210 A Carlton Club gent. ' . .212 A jinricksha .... 217 'Isn't it a dear!' . .221 An American who wore a pigtail 230 The Empress of India . . 233 Leaving the boat in a hurry . 237 A very artful god held a large looking-glass before her 243 There is an art in squatting . 247 A blend of coloured silk. 249 Letter of introduction 250 Moonlight effect . 251 ' Poor wisdom's chance ' . 256 ' Zare ise no cholera at Marseilles ' 257 Bothered by these men . . 258 Sandal-hunt on board the Saga lion . . . .201 Blowing hard on the Sagalion . 263 The theatre programme . 266 One of the entertainers 268 Storks 270 The effect was awful . . 273 Got a bit hurt in trying to leave 275 A very jolly major . . 276 In shore trim 279 A sweeping bow now and then 280 Some hats .... 281 In the gutter four or five times .... 283 He was annihilated every game .... 286 Strong on ' England's impertinence' .... 287 A very consequential passenger 289 Bargaining on board . 290 Visit to Arabi Pasha . . 291 Cooling drinks on the verandah 292 A Colombo diamond-merchant 293 ' How much ? '. . . 296 They actually commenced to squabble .... 298 ' I vill kill der scoundrel ! ' . 302 His pockets picked . . 303 The genus ' Know-all ' . .306 Kicked out . . . . 309 How they shake hands . . 312 'Tabac? Speerits?' . .313 Arrival at Charing Cross .

Chapter I

Why I went away — Leaving Liverpool — The City of Paris — The would-be Emigrant's Return — Moralising — An American Lady — A Modest Missionary — Wash-houses and Mosquitoes — 'Stars and Stripes ' — ' Mister ' — The Custom-house — Tender Scenes. 'S I do not lay claim to be anything very extraordinary as a literary man, no one will be surprised that I have not got the names of all the great authors at my tongue's end ; or that, when I want to use a quotation, I can very seldom do it properly, as the difficulty arises where to look for it in order to work it up. There is a quotation somewhere that would come in most aptly at the beginning of this book, if I could only find it, so as to put it down correctly. As far as my memory serves me, it is something about great events springing up from little causes; and I should like to use it, as it was a very little cause that brought about the publication of this book.

It was a cold, and there is no doubt about that being We all know that a cold is tlie start a very little cause. We all know that a cold is the start of a good many things, but it seems funny that it should A be the start of a book ; still, such was the case in this instance. It happened this way. In March '92, when fighting for the Moderate ' cause in West Marylebone for a seat in the London County Council, against representatives of the Church and the Bar, and amidst all the delights of blinding blizzards, east winds, and snow-storms, as well as my seat I caught a cold. I could have done without the cold, had I been consulted on the matter; but I wasn't, so I had to put up with it. That cold was evidently possessed of an inquisitive and exploring nature, for it was very restless. First it settled in one part, then went to another, then had a general tour round; till at last the grave and serious-looking medical gentleman who had been endeavouring for some time to ' fix ' it looked graver and still more serious.

Warmer climes were ordered. Now, it is not a very difficult matter to find a warmer climate than the one 'made for Great Britain'; but when a choice has to be made, the worry of selection becomes objectionable, so, just to save this worry, I decided to sample the lot and go round the world. Hence it arises that a simple cold be came the little cause from which sprang the great event of my foreign travel and subsequent publication of this book. The procuring of the necessary outfit for a journey through all parts of the globe is an awful bother ; and then, when it has been got together, there is the packing. The plagues of Egypt may have been bad, but such an awful ordeal as superintending this packing, without doubt, eclipses the lot! It was done at last, though, and then a start was made.

Determining to travel with tlie sun, and begin with ' the West, to the West, the land of the free,' the actual starting-point was Euston Station ; and this I left amidst farewells from friends. Liverpool was reached without incident, and August 17, '92, saw me located on board the City of Paris, ready to make a real start. That starting is terrible busi ness. The last tender arrives, passengers and friends come on board, the luggage and mails are transferred, out clangs the A MEDICAL GENTLEMAN bell announcing that friends must leave the ship, as the tender is ready to depart ; and then comes the affecting time. Good-bye has to be said, the time for parting has arrived; and many who have been talking together with forced gaiety, or standing silent in sadness, now utterly break down. Still, it must be done; and, heedless of the indescribable sorrow experienced by many hundreds on board, the bell still clangs out, and the warning cry, 'All for the shore,1 still goes on.

At last the gangway is up, the tender moves one way, the City of Paris the other, and, with a sea of handkerchiefs waving from both, the one goes back to the wharf, while the other goes forward to face all the perils and dangers of the Atlantic. Tlie passage to Queenstown is spent in 'shaking down1; and here I must put in a word of praise for the admirable arrangements for sorting out luggage and putting it into the different cabins. r GOOD-BYE Of course, there are fussy old people (male and female) who imagine that, because things are done so quietly, some thing must be wrong ; but the work still goes on in the same quiet and methodical way, much to their bewilderment. The City of Paris (called the Paris now, by tlie way) is a grand ship. No care nor trouble was spared in her construction, the great idea being that, as far as human fore sight could provide, she should be absolutely unsinkable, and the next, that she should be able to go at not less than 20 knots per hour throughout the voyage.

She has a length of 560 feet, a beam of 63 feet, a depth of 43 feet, and has a 10,498 tonnage. Nearly 300 tons of coal are used every day while the vessel is at sea ; and as she has fifty four furna ces to nine boilers, if any one likes to reckon out they will find that that is just about one ton every five minutes. I must say the arrange ments on board are almost perfect, if not quite so ; and THE TIME FOR PARTING HAS ARRIVED if it were not for the eccentric behaviour of the ocean upon occasions, the luxury and comfort would be unequalled by even the best of hotels in England. A very funny, and at the same time interesting, sight was seen at Queenstown. There were many more of the gentlemen about, whose regulation boots and big sticks so plainly betrayed their connection with the police, than there were at Liverpool ; and they were far more observant of the passengers THE TENDER MOVES ONE WAY, THE ' CITY OF PARIS1 ANOTHER coming on board — those wishing to make a new start in life, building-society delinquents, and such like — than were their Liverpudlian brethren.

Troops of Irish folk came on board, of all sizes, ages, and conditions, and all carrying their worldly belongings with them. Bedding and cooking tins were plentiful, but beyond these their lares et penates were very few. One would-be emigrant was interviewed on the gang way by a gentleman wearing regulation boots, and, although he did not at all wish it, was forced to return to attend an interview with the powers that be. When a man's modesty prompts him to forego tlie privilege of conversation with those of higher estate than himself, it seems hard that the ordeal should be forced upon him ; but such is life, and poor Paddy had to go. There was awful weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth here as the time for departure drew nigh, and the noise was what I should imagine would be raised provided some six or eight Irish ' wakes1 were all rolled into one.

It is after leaving Queenstown that one realises the fact of leaving the Old Country. It is known then that, after losing sight of ' Ould Oireland,1 Sandy Hook is the next land to be seen, and that that is some five or six days1 voyage ahead. The vessel steams on, the Emerald Isle gets dimmer and dimmer in the distance, till at last the little speck is lost to view — the Old Country has disap peared. Here is a splendid chance for any one given to moralising, for they can think for hours on the possibility of some of the emigrants returning millionaires ; of how many passengers will die on the way out ; of how many will ever see England again ; of how many lovers on board who, leaving their fiancees at home, swore 'to be good and true1 till their return, will be married before twelve months or engaged before the next land is sighted ; or of what the chances are that the ship and every one in her won't go down to the bottom before she has traversed a hundred miles.

Oh ! really there is beautiful ground for moralising ; but I am not inclined that way, so don't quite know how to do it. I am glad I don't ; it might not agree with me. It doesn't with everybody. As I was watching the land fast disappearing, a ' soulful-eyed ' young curate stood by my side, and he moralised wonderfully for some ten minutes or more on these subjects ; then in the midst of a sentence he disappeared suddenly, and was not seen again for two whole days. Poor young man ! he '11 know better next time. The ship was crowded —every berth was occupied ; yet for the first two there was of room at table. People plenty soon began to appear, though, and get chummy. There is one thing I must say for the American ladies : they do not mind asking for anything if they want it, whether an ' introduction ' has taken place or not.

For instance, the morning after leav ing Queenstown, as I was strolling down the deck, I was brought up by a most musical voice SOME EMIGRANTS RETURN MILLIONAIRES — even if it did possess a slight ' Ammurican twang 1 — saying, 'Say, mister, do you mind tucking in my feet ?' Mind it! Mind helping a maiden in distress ! What next ? The poor forlorn damsel was reclining most gracefully in her steamer chair, but was unable to satisfactorily manipulate the rug which covered HE MORALISED WONDERFULLY her, around her feet. I am not much of a ladies1 man, but I could not resist such a touching appeal, and the ' tucking in ' was accomplished in no time. That young lady and I were friends for the rest of the voyage. There were only about three per cent. English amongst the passengers, the rest being made up of Americans and others returning home after travelling in their usual go-ahead manner — ' round the world in six weeks1 - — more or less.

Why is it, I wonder, that so many Americans, after doing Europe thoro uglily, or as thoroughly7 as their incessant gallop will permit, will go back with the idea, 'Yes, all THE 'TUCKING-IN' WAS ACCOMPLISHED very good, very good ; but you come over to our country, and I ll show you something that will lick that clean ' ? Still, they know all the time that they can't do anything of the kind. Our passage was awfully rough, and the third day out we had to slow down from twenty-two to eight knots per hour, the sea running some forty feet high. At least, that was what I was told— I didn't measure it. We had a service on board on Sunday, when an American missionary of the Moody and Sankey type delivered a very long oration about civilising the whole world, speaking very modestly of his own countrymen, and contenting himself with saying that Americans were improved Englishmen once removed.

Modesty is always beautiful, but in a clerical gentleman especially so. The steward told me before landing that the sale of Irish whisky had been double that of any voyage during the past twelve months, and said he accounted for it from the fact of there being six Irish priests on board J I doift think stewards are very great respecters of religion. On the Wednesday following the one on which we left Liverpool there was great excite ment on board, for we were close in to New York ; and to those who, like myself, were going to get their first sight of that wonderful place, the LAND IN SIGHT time was particularly interesting. The young lady whom I had befriended early in the voyage repaid my gallantry by pointing POINTING OUT THE PLACES OF INTEREST out all the places of interest. There were some most peculiar looking buildings dotted here and there which I took to be public wash-houses, but on mentioning this was most indignantly told that those were the Forts !

My fair young guide pointed out New Jersey. I timidly inquired what it might be famous for, and got the reply, ' Mosquitoes.1 I found out afterwards that the young lady was right. Certainly the approach to New York is a very fine view ; the great statue of Liberty, standing well out as it does, seems to give a welcome to all who are approaching that great and marvellous country — America. As we gradually drew near land, the enthu siasm of the American portion of the passen gers grew more in tense, and almost wild excitement glared from every eye. Sud denly, without seem ingly any warning, there burst out from the shore and onboard a waving of miniature ' Stars and Stripes.1 Almost everybody FLAG-WAVING ON N EARING NEW YORK seemed provided with these little flags, and they waved them wildly and excitedly, with a vigour almost bordering on frenzy.

Naturally, they had all advised their friends beforehand — hence the enthusiasm ; but as tlie stolid Britisher does not care to advertise himself so much, this display is never seen on our shores. By the way, soon after leaving England, we had all burst out into song, and given vent to our feelings by singing ' God save tlie Queen ' ; and now, much to my surprise, it was sung again with redoubled vigour. I liked this feeling very much, and remarked on it to my fair guide; but to my astonishment she stared at me. 'What, can't you tell the difference between your own National Anthem and " Land of Freedom " ? Tune 's the same, but tlie words are altogether different. Guess you want to say we don't speak plain ! ' I was in a state ; but, 'pon my word, the nasal twang stopped me from hearing the difference.

Well, friends came on board, and sought out those they wished to meet in the enormous crowd ; and the greetings, and kissings, and handshakings made one feel how nice it must be to get home again after being away. Then there was a scramble for the shore, and the many hundreds who had been safely borne across the Atlantic through storms and gales in the old City os Paris soon found themselves on land once more, and on the shores of what is called the ' land of the free ' ! They were not free, however, all at once, or indeed for some little time. The ordeal of the Custom-house had to be gone through, and this was very trying indeed. It was terrible trouble getting through, and in my impatience while waiting I said to some one, ' Why on earth can't they have Free Trade here, and save all this bother ? ' ' Say, mister,1 said the gentle man, 'you'd think different to that, I guess, if vou made S 40,000 a year through Protection like I do ! * What struck me as very strange in all this crowd was the general use of ' mister1 ; there was no ' sir.1 It was peculiar at first, especially from the men who kept coming up saying, ' Telegraph to Europe, mister ? telegraph to Europe ? ' It was different, though, when I wanted my baggage checked to the hotel, for on making inquiries about it I was told, 'This gentleman will do it for you, mister'!

I saw it all then; a porter or messenger is a ' gentleman," but a common or garden passenger only a plain 'mister' ! But I really do think that that Custom-house business could be done much quicker. However, it does not do to say anything, as Custom-house officers have an awkward knack of making things disagree able, as I saw in one case. An American girl next to me, who was having her baggage examined, cheeked the officer more than he cared for ; so, opening a huge trunk, he carefully slid his hands down the sides to the bottom, and in bringing them up turned the whole THE POOR GIRL HAD TO REPACK THE WHOLE LOT of the contents topsy-turvy. My ! I never saw such a lot of ladies1 under-garments before, not even in a shop window. The frilled arrangements and peculiar articles that seemed all fluff' and lace, frocks and frills, embroidered hose and silk — ahem ! were all exposed to view, and the poor girl had to repack the whole lot.