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by use of the shoehorn could they get their feet into a 

 pair. However there was no need for them to feel 

 hurt or put out, for I have only met two women in my 

 life who could wear my shoes, one — of her later — ^the 

 other a friend I cannot focus at the moment. 



Speaking of clothes, I remember that when I crossed 

 to England in 1898 I had to travel without a stitch of 

 belongings. My brother Fremont, who by the way 

 does not come in much in the story of my life, and will 

 not, for he died in the autumn of 1914, had the knack 

 of doing everything wrong in any little commissions 

 he had to undertake for me or others. I was due to 

 leave by the Deutschland from the Hoboken Pier, 

 and Fremont and my nigger valet must go and put all 

 my things on the Kaiser Wilhelm, an opposition 

 German boat sailing the same day, but an hour earlier. 

 They waited on and on for me to appear, and then 

 when the Kaiser Wilhelm had sailed it occurred to 

 them to rush down to the Deutschland. We were 

 almost off when they arrived and I spotted them. 

 You should have heard what I said when I learned 

 what had been done ! They tried to explain that 

 they thought I might possibly have been somewhere 

 in one of the state rooms on the other boat, and that 

 they had waited on on the chance. In the middle of 

 my rousting them the Deutschland got under weigh, 

 and they had to slip ashore in a hurry. Apart from 

 the inconvenience I suffered I worried all the way 

 across about an unlocked suit-case which my brother 

 had deposited at the last moment with the other 

 baggage on the Kaiser Wilhelm. It had about five 

 thousand pounds' worth of tie pins in a leather case 

 inside it. But I never lost a single thing. All the 

 baggage was delivered to me at Southampton. It 

 was the eventful journey when the two ships raced 



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