Itmustnotbeimaginedthatawalkingtour，assomewouldhaveusfancy，;andnonemorevivid，inspiteofcantingdilettantes，，butofcertainjollyhumorsofthehopeandspiritwithwhichthemarchbeginsatmorning，andthepeaceandspiritualrepletionoftheevening’，ortakesitoff，，butwillbefurtherrewardedinthesequel;;theywilleitherbealwaysloungingoralwaysatfivemilesanhour;theydonotplayofftheoneagainsttheother，preparealldayfortheevening，，aboveall，，，andcometohisinn，atnight，withasortoffrostonhisfivewits，！Hehasnothingleftofmanbutaphysicalneedforbedtimeandadoublenightcap;andevenhispipe，ifhebeasmoker，，andmissthehappinessintheend;heisthemanoftheproverb，inshort，whogoesfartherandfaresworse.
Now，tobeproperlyenjoyed，，oreveninpairs，itisnolongerawalkingtourinanythingbutname;，becausefreedomisoftheessence;becauseyoushouldbeabletostopandgoon，andfollowthiswayorthat，asthefreaktakesyou;andbecauseyoumusthaveyourownpace，andneithertrotalongsideachampionwalker，.“Icannotseethewit，”saysHazlitt，“，”，，thatbeginsinasortofdazzleandsluggishnessofthebrain，andendsinapeacethatpassescomprehension.
Duringthefirstdayorsoofanytourtherearemomentsofbitterness，whenthetravellerfeelsmorethancoldlytowardshisknapsack，whenheishalfinamindtothrowitbodilyoverthehedgeand，likeChristianonasimilaroccasion，“givethreeleapsandgoonsinging.”;，youpullyourselftogetherwithashake，，ofallpossiblemoods，this，inwhichamantakestheroad，，ifhewillkeepthinkingofhisanxieties，ifhewillopenthemerchantAbudah’schestandwalkarm-in-armwiththehag-why，whereverheis，andwhetherhewalksfastorslow，！Thereareperhapsthirtymensettingforthatthatsamehour，，inacoatofdarkness，oneafteranotherofthesewayfarers，somesummermorning，，whowalksfast，withakeenlookinhiseyes，isallconcentratedinhisownmind;heisupathisloom，weavingandweaving，，ashegoes，amongthegrasses;hewaitsbythecanaltowatchthedragonflies;heleansonthegateofthepasture，，talking，laughing，，，deliveringorations，andconductingthemostimpassionedinterviews，，，supposinghimtobenogreatmasterinthatart，ifhestumblesacrossnostolidpeasantatacorner;foronsuchanoccasion，Iscarcelyknowwhichisthemoretroubled，orwhetheritisworsetosuffertheconfusionofyourtroubadour，，accustomed，besides，tothestrangemechanicalbearingofthecommontramp，，becausealthoughafull-grownpersonwitharedbeard，，whenonwalkingtours，theysang-andsangveryill-andhadapairofredearswhen，asdescribedabove，theinauspiciouspeasantplumpedintotheirarmsfromroundacorner.
