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Harry Alverson Franck. Working my Way Around the World
Working my Way Around the World
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I “CROSSIN’ THE POND WI’ THE BULLOCKS”
CHAPTER II “ON THE ROAD” IN THE BRITISH ISLES
CHAPTER III. IN CLEAN HOLLAND
CHAPTER IV. NOT WELCOME IN THE FATHERLAND
CHAPTER V. TRAMPING THROUGH FRANCE
CHAPTER VI. CLIMBING OVER THE ALPS
CHAPTER VII. IN SUNNY ITALY
CHAPTER VIII. AMONG THE ARABS
CHAPTER IX. A LONELY JOURNEY
CHAPTER X. CITIES OF OLD
CHAPTER XI. THE WILDS OF PALESTINE
CHAPTER XII. CAIRO AND THE PYRAMIDS
CHAPTER XIII. A TRIP UP THE NILE
CHAPTER XIV. STEALING A MARCH ON THE FAR EAST
CHAPTER XV. IN THE LAND OF THE WANDERING PRINCE
CHAPTER XVI. THE MERRY CIRCUS DAYS
CHAPTER XVII. THREE WANDERERS IN INDIA
CHAPTER XVIII. THE WAYS OF THE HINDU
CHAPTER XIX. IN THE HEART OF INDIA
CHAPTER XX. BEYOND THE GANGES
CHAPTER XXI. TRAMPING THROUGH BURMA
CHAPTER XXII. IN THE JUNGLES OF BURMA
CHAPTER XXIII. IN SIAM
CHAPTER XXIV. HUNGRY DAYS
CHAPTER XXV. FOLLOWING THE MENAM RIVER TO BANGKOK
CHAPTER XXVI. ON THE WAY TO HONG-KONG
CHAPTER XXVII. WANDERING IN JAPAN
CHAPTER XXVIII. HOMEWARD BOUND
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Harry Alverson Franck, Lena M. Franck
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Even the asses were complaining by the time he had finished shouting and settled down to tell his troubles. He was only another German on his Wanderjahr (year of wandering), who had strayed far south in the peninsula, and, after losing his last copper, was struggling northward again as rapidly as he could on strength gained from a crust of bread or a few wayside berries each day. One needed only to touch him to know that he was as thin as a side-show skeleton. I offered him half of a cheese I carried in a pocket, and he snatched it with the hungry cry of a wolf, and devoured it as we burrowed deep into the husks.
All night long the water dripped from my elbows and oozed out of my shoes, and a bitter mountain wind swept through the cracks of the building. I had just begun to sleep when morning broke. I rose with joints so stiff that I could hardly move. I pounded and rubbed them for a half hour before they were in working order. Outside a cold drizzle was falling; but, bidding farewell to my companion of the night, I set out along the mountain highway.
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