The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-11-17
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
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 lContinued from Second Page) come as their "Gorgio chap tnon-gipsy friend to the gipsy) of olden days and ways. An, you who hear these words can never know the thrill that gladstone, welcoming term has brought to me in all lands for a quarter of century past!
 "Gorgio chalr'-"Gorgio chalr'
 Those words of gipsy trust and en- dearment follow me ever out into the outer world of labor. struggle. endeavor. They pursue me into the haunts of men where life rages and activities roar. They call from striving and win- ming, from race and place, almost as the sweetest of all home sounds to me. They come across invisible hills and meadows when the brain Is tired and the pen weary.
 "Gorgio chalv'-"Gorgio chal!'
 These are the sound of summer melo- dies, of singing birds, of falling waters, ing city's ways. They call to me even in dreams. I would not resist their srell if could. For they are my own, these tawny folk. who press around to thrill my heart and mist my eyes with the heartiest, truest, sweetest welcomes I ever knew in all the wide, wide world! Everywhere the campside was filled with reawakened life and activity. Mingled with the lusty notes of roys- tering gipsy ballads were merry tally yo-hos!" rung out on the evening air by returning horsemen who, with whoop and halloa, dashed through the brush to tether, making the tree-limbs rattle and chatter in passage, while approving shouts or half-sedous yells and objur- gations followed with the laughing chill dren and ecstatic dogs.
 Soon came the supper-the really one great universal home-meal of the gipsy day. They were long time at 1t as they always are, and as much fun as food was taken. Then with the cheery camp fires brightly burning, here and there lantern hung from elevated cartthill or swaying copsewood branch and with blazing cressets in honor of the strang CT, came childrens' games and all man.  lowed by singing and dancing of mar velous jigs and reels; until at last sleep and silence settled upon the Dalepark camp and the one "Gorgio chal" within it, with that amplitude of rest which so comes with loving touch to no other people on earth as to this wandering Romany race.
 The immediate outcome of my visit among the Dalerark gfpsies was mak- ing the acquaintance of curious and interesting corner of England. It is variously known as the Norfolk and Suffolk Fens," the "Broads of East Anglia" and, provincially and by fowl CTS and sportsmen, as "The Breads"
 One of the families of this Dalepark community annually visited the'Broads, they told me in a punt-boat as float ing camp-home; and while the women dickered and dukkered among the low ly peasant families, the men, often with the womens' and childrens' assistance, added to their hoard by weaving and selling all manner of rush and osier bags, pouches, crates and baskets re- quired by fenmen, marshmen, eel and mussel catchers and the numberless sportsmen and yachting parties that frequent the region.
 This family hospitably asked me to be their guest.
 Our party comprised "Op Gran'pop" Wharton, tinker, fiddler and what-not; his son, Uriah Wharton, splendid type of the shaggy, huge, manly, kind hearted English gipsy; the latter's wife, little, sharp-faced, sharp-eyed and sharp-tongued; a number of gipsy chau- vies of both sexes; and three as pretty and inscresting gipsy maidens as one would wish to find for poem, romance or idyllic company.
 These were Fashion, Melinda and Bess. Each was veritable incarnation of that fascinating quality of beauty among gipsies where beauty exists at all; and. more curious and interesting still, each was @ graduate of a noted school for women in the northern sub- urbs of London.
 What with visiting g1psy friends at Keighly, Doncaster and Lincoln, we were three days reaching our destina- tion, the village of Hickling, near Hick- ling Broad, in Norfolk: and short tramp from Hickling, accompanied by a village cart well laden with gipsy belongings, brought us to the pleasant water side.
 Here, hard by picturesque old daub- and-wattle cottage, whose present own CT roared out an alarming welcome, we found our waiting punt It was al- ready in fine order for the season, the cottager having cared for 1t in winter and got 1t in readiness against the gip- sies' coming; and in an hour more, our floating summer home was launched, the evening meal in preparation, and snug quarters for all. our motley crew provided.
 Altogether there are nearly fifty of these Norfolk and Suffolk broads or fens, all communication with each other by lazy currents called 'dykes," or with the rivers which they feed; and their total water surface is several thousand acres. They teem with f1sh-the roach, Dream, perch and pike; and are the re- sort of countless waterfowl.
 drowsy, droneful quiet, in the charac- terful folk who live beside them, the al- most countless miles of river and dyke waterway for small boating and yacht, ing, the quaint and sunny old-time irns-of-call dotting here and there their silent shores, they no doubt possess