4OOMRMOZMY, ZPIOE NG 8 e 
in all that arid stretch of semi desert, a 
rise of perhaps three hundred feet. 
It is enough. You will find that your 
head is a sea of dizziness, that your 
lungs have refused to work, that your 
heart is pounding aloud in agony, and 
you will then and there pronounce the 
wheel an instrument of torture, devised 
for the undoing of woman. 
I tried it. It cured me, and, once 
cured, the charms of the wheel are as 
vapid as the defence of a vigilant com- 
mittee to the man it means to hang. 
Stubborn —it would not go a step with- 
out being pushed. © It would not even 
stand up by itself, and I literally had to 
push it—it, as well as myself on iti" 
toil and dust and heat the whole way. 
Nimrod said his bicycle betrayed itself, 
too, only not so badly. Of course, that 
was because he was stronger. The 
