Three thousand miles as the crow flies.
Three thousand five hundred as the train steams.
Four thousand by overland trail for a man.
A million miles as a donkey goes.
The most monotonous constant companion for a long journey is a man.
There are more people who descend to the level of a jackass than donkeys that rise to the plane of man.
If Pye Pod had been killed or drowned, or had died on the journey he would have been condemned and ridiculed as a fool by the same people who now applaud and envy him for his achievement.
If I had died on the first day of the trip the world would have called me lucky; now that I lived through it, I'm d——d lucky!
M. A'R.
