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he was selling his deceased wife's clothes, he disposed of everything, down to the last pair of hose.

He got a passport, bought two pairs of heavy walking boots, a sturdy canvas duffel-bag, packed a razor, clean shirts and a few personal items and set out, hitch-hiking to Florida.

By the time he reached Florida, he was already tanned by the sun. A few dollars slipped to the union agent and he was booked for a working passage on a P&O liner bound for Adelaide. Seven weeks later he left Australia, bound for Hong Kong on a tramp steamer, this time as supercargo. From Hong Kong, he carefully invested a few dollars in a ride in the cargo compartment of a Flying Tiger to Malaya, then by coastal steamer to Calcutta. Five incredible days of riding the train across the plains of India brought him to the foothills of the Himalayas.

He spent a week in a Nepalese jail because he made the mistake of offering a government official a bribe in public, and then accepting the adamant refusal of the offended official as being a state- ment of fact. After his release from the Katmandu jail, Turner began seeking ways of finishing the journey. He was a mere three hundred miles from his goal--a thumb-nail's width compared to the dis- tance he had traveled so far. Another week found him in Pokhara, half-way there. But further, it was impossible to go.

To his dismay, Turner found that there were no longer caravans going to Lo Mantang. The air service from Calcutta had taken over and was so much cheaper and quicker than the fifteen day journey through bandit-infested territory that the caravans had moved elsewhere.

He spent two weeks in Pokhara, trying to decide whether to go back to Calcutta and try to make arran-

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