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