tter or worse way of seeing the country。 There are many ways of seeing landscape quite as good； and none more vivid； in spite of canting dilettantes2； than from a railway train。 But landscape on a walking tour is quite accessory。 He who is indeed of the brotherhood does not voyage inquest of the picturesque； but of certain jolly humors of the hope and spirit with which the march begins at morning； and the peace and spiritual repletion of the evening’s rest。 He cannot tell whether he puts his knapsack on； or takes it off； with more delight。 The excitement of the departure3 puts him in key for that of the arrival。 Whatever he does is not only a reward in itself； but will be further rewarded in the sequel； and so pleasure leads on to pleasure in an endless chain。 It is this that so few can understand； they will either be always lounging or always at five miles an hour； they do not play off the one against the other； prepare allay for the evening； and all evening for the next day。 And； above all； it is here that your overwalker fails of prehension。 His heart rises against those who drink their curacaos in liqueur glasses； when he himself can swill it in a brown John。 He will not believe that the flavour is more delicate in the smaller dose。 He will not believe that to walk this unconscionable distance is merely to stupefy and brutalize himself； and e to his inn； at night； with a sort of frost on his five wits4； and a starless night of darkness in his spirit。 Not for him the mild