ment of my class, which was their class. It made
me of like kind, and in place of the fawning and
too-respectful attention I had hitherto received, I
now shared with them a comradeship. The man in
corduroy and dirty neckerchief no longer addressed
me as sir or governor. It was mate, now
and a fine and hearty word, with a tingle to it, and
a warmth and gladness, which the other term does
not possess. Governor! It smacks of mastery,
and power, and high authority the tribute of the
man who is under to the man on top, delivered in
the hope that he will let up a bit and ease his
weight. Which is another way of saying that it is
an appeal for alms.

This brings me to a delight I experienced in my
rags and tatters which is denied the average Ameri
can abroad. The European traveller from the
States, w T ho is not a Croesus, speedily finds himself
reduced to a chronic state of self-conscious sordid-
ness by the hordes of cringing robbers who clutter
his steps from dawn till dark, and deplete his
pocketbook in a way that puts compound interest
to the blush.

In my rags and tatters I escaped the pestilence
of tipping, and encountered men on a basis of
equality. Nay, before the day was out I turned the
tables, and said, most gratefully, " Thank you, sir,"
to a gentleman whose horse I held, and who
dropped a penny into my eager palm.

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