a manly little volume, “Walking as Education,” by the Rev. A.N.  Cooper, “the walking parson,” published in England in 1910.  On that same shelf there will soon stand a volume of delicious essays by one of the most accomplished of American walkers, Mr. Robert Cortes Holliday, the American Belloc, whose “Walking Stick Papers” has beckoned to the eye of a far-seeing publisher.  Mr. Holliday it is who has bravely stated why so few of the fair sex are able to participate in walking tours: 

No one, though (this is the first article to be observed), should ever go a journey with any other than him with whom one walks arm in arm, in the evening, the twilight, and, talking (let us suppose) of men’s given names, agrees that if either should have a son he shall be named after the other.  Walking in the gathering dusk, two and two, since the world began, there have always been young men who have thus to one another plighted their troth.  If one is not still one of these, then, in the sense here used, journeys are over for him.  What is left to him of life he may enjoy, but not journeys.  Mention should be made in passing that some have been found so ignorant of the nature of journeys as to suppose that they might be taken in company with members, or a member, of the other sex.  Now, one who writes of journeys would cheerfully be burned at the stake before he would knowingly underestimate women.  But it must be confessed that it is another season in the life of man that they fill.

They are too personal for the high enjoyment of going a journey.  They must forever be thinking about you or about themselves; with them everything in the world is somehow tangled up in these matters; and when you are with them (you cannot help it, or if you could they would not allow it) you must forever be thinking about them or yourself.  Nothing on either side can be seen detached.  They cannot rise to that philosophic plane of mind which is the very marrow of going a journey.  One reason for this is that they can never escape from the idea of society:  You are in their society, they are in yours; and the multitudinous personal ties which connect you all to that great order called society that you have for a period got away from physically are present.  Like the business man who goes on a vacation from his business and takes his business habits along with him, so on a journey they would bring society along, and all sort of etiquette.

He that goes a journey shakes off the trammels of the world; he has fled all impediments and inconveniences; he belongs, for the moment, to no time or place.  He is neither rich nor poor, but in that which he thinks and sees.  There is not such another Arcadia for this on earth as in going a journey.  He that goes a journey escapes, for a breath of air, from all conventions; without which, though, of course, society would go to pot; and which are the very natural instinct of women.

Mr. Holliday has other goodly matter upon the philosophy and art of locomotion, and those who are wise and have a lively faith may be admitted to great and surpassing delights if they will here and now make memorandum to buy his book, which will soon be published.