ith, he did
not know where it could be got, but had I asked the THACKOOR of
Bhrownnuggar? No!--or the Swat of Ackoond, or the Mudor of Cassala,
or the Hospodar of Wallachia, or the Aboona of Gondar or the
Patriarch of Constantinople, or the Archbishop of Canterbury? I said
most decidedly not--that I would not waste my time consulting such
insignificant magnates, then, says he, just you ask the GURO of the
Sikhs. I jumped astride of a Bramah Bull, and

[Illustration: Riding a Bull.]

trotted away to Amritsar; saw the head of the Sikh Faith, he had not
got the article, had not heard of it, but advised me to apply to the
AMEER of Afghanistan. I got into an ox dooly and at

[Illustration: Sitting in Sedan on two wheels pulled by Oxen.]

length reached Cabul, saw the Ameer, he had not got it, had not seen
it, nor heard of it, did not believe the article existed, but the
KHAN of Bokhara could speak more positively about it. I got into a
Tocan or Hamockeen and was

[Illustration: Lying in Hammock suspended by pole carried by two
Natives.]

carried by two men to Bokhara, interviewed the Khan, he said it was
absurd for the Ameer to send to him, he knew nothing about it, but
the SHAH of Persia probably did. I got into a mule sleigh,

[Illustration: Lying in a Mule-Drawn Sleigh.]

glided away to Teheran, enquired of the Shah, could get no
satisfaction, he never heard of it, was I sure there was such an
article in existence? I told him that I wanted to find out, but I
thought there must be somewhere. Oh, then, said he, try the CHIEF
RABBI of Jerusalem. I got into a coach, tore away to

[Illustration: Riding a Coach drawn by Two Horses.]

the Holy City of the Jews, asked the head of the Jewish Faith, he had
not one, I had better ask the PASHA of Damascus. I jumped astride of
a bicycle,

[Illustration: Riding a Penny-Farthing Bicycle.]

trundled away to the oldest city in the world; asked the Pasha, he
could not say, I had better ask the EMIR of the Druses. I creeped up
the Lebanon in a bullock-waggon, saw and asked the

[Illustration: Riding a Wagon drawn by Bullock-Team.]

head of the Druse Faith, he referred me to the BEY of Tunis. I got on
to a tricycle, rode to Tunis, saw the Bey,

[Illustration: Riding a Penny-Farthing style Tricycle.]

he could not tell, perhaps the POPE of Rome could. I jumped into a
ship,

[Illustration: Sailing Ship With Three Masts.]

made for the