Bisbee daily review., 1910-03-13
CHAPTER 1.
TRuxrox KING.

EEE was a tall. rawboned. rangy MN young fellow with q face so
 E tanned by wind and sun you
 had the impression that his skin would feel like leather if you could affect the impertinence to test it bE the sense of touch. His clothes fitted him loosely and yet were gracioUsly devoid of the bagginess which char acterizes the appearance of extremely young men whose frames are not fully set and whose joints are still parading through the last stages of college de- yelopment
 This tail young man in the panama hat and gray 1annels was Truxton King. embryo globe trotter and search CT after the treasures of romance. Somewhere up near Central park. in one of the fashionable cross streets, was the home of his father and his fathers father before him-a home which Truxton had not seen fin two years or more. It is worthy of pass ing notice. and that is all. that his father was a manufacturer; more than that, he was something of a power in the financial world. His mother was not strictly a social queen in the great metropolis, but she was what we might safely call one of the first ''la- dies in waiting" which is quite good enough for the wife of a manufactur- CT. especially when one records that her husband was a manufacturer of steel. It is also a matter of TO little consequence that Truxton's mother was more or less averse to the steel business as a heritage for her son. Be it understood here and now that she intended Truxton for the diplo- matic service.
 But neither Truxton's father. who wanted him to be a manufacturing Croesus, nor Truxton's mother. who expected him to become a social Solo mon. appears to have taken the young mans private inclinations into con- sideration.
 Young Mfr. King believed in TO- nance. He grew up with an ever in- creasing bump of imagination. con- tiguous to which. strange to relate. there was a properly developed bump of industry and application; hence it is not surprising that he was willing to go far afield in search of the things that seemed more or less worth while to a young gentleman who had suf- fered thesll fortune to be born in the nineteenth century instead of the rev enteenth-
 We come upon him at last-iucklly for us we were not actually following him-after two years of wonderful but rather disiilusioning adventure in md Asia and all Africa. He had seer. the KOngo and the Euphrates. the Gsnres and the Nile, the Yangtsesiang and the Yenisei; be hnd climbed IGoun tains in Abyssinia. in Siam. in Tibef and Afghanistau; he had shct bi: game in more than one jungle and had been shot at by small brown men il more than one forest. to say aothin: Of the lit;ie encounters he had. had fl most un0ccidental towns and cities.
 For twsnty days be had traveled D. caravan across the Persian uplands through Herat and Meshhed and Bo khara. striking oG with his guide alon toward the sea of Aral and the eas; ern shores of the Caspian. thenc through the Ural foothills 10 the ol Roman highway that led down int the sweet green valleys of a land b had thought of as nothing more thu the creation of a harebrained hctionisi
 Somewhere out in the shimmerin east he had learned. to his hones amazeuent. that there was such -,--.-r-- q - rrt-s u li