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CHAPTER XII
A LUGGAGE TRAIN—THE WORST STAGE OF MY WHOLE JOURNEY
We are an hour late, the rain is pouring in torrents as
I mount from a Turk's back to my now familiar "van";
the station is full of friends crowding to witness our
start and say farewell.
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From a Turk's Back.
After no more than an hour of what proved to be much the worst stage of my whole journey, I was determined against any further dependence upon "goods