The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1922-05-14

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He was arrayed in a most glori-
Gus green and yellow checked suit,
with a purple striped silk shirt
and blue necktie, and his head
piece appeared to be a cross be-
tween a high hat and a derby.
The costume excited my curiosity,
but I hesitated to inquire if he.
too, were travelling third class, lest
he prove to be the owner of the
ship. So 1 sat there and twiddled
my cane and looked at him, and
he sat there and twiddled his cane
I and looked at me. Finally broke
the silence. Where are
you gOing?" -. He came from
Madrid. where he was a great
bull fighter, and was now on his
way to Lima to win fame and for
tune.
$50 am l." I said.
what? Then the Senior is also
a great bull fighter?"
"No. I am a great writer"
"But. surely. do great writers
travel third class?"
I explained that nothing I had
written had ever been published.
'.Ah, the Senior is like me. I
have never killed the bull"
At Paita, one of the local stops.
a motley horde of "cholos," the half
breed Indians of the Sierra, came on
board, bringing all their family pos
sessions, including fighting cocks,
flea bitten dogs. few goats and one
cow. After a night in the center
Of that mass of live stock and hui
mainly Mr.. Foster awoke to dis
cover that "the numerous fieas had
hailed him as virgin soil" The bull
fighter. was already sitting up.
scratching himself.
did you have a pleasant night?"
I inquired.
''Carramba. MOI"
"Fleas?"
"Fleas? No. am accustomed
to Them"
What was the trouble then?"
'That cow! 1t licked me in the
face"
My grin must have offended him
"You laugh. Senior. but you can
not understand. You are not a
bull fighter"
Lima, the City of the Kings. Mr..
Foster found rather disappointing.
"It is in the intermediate stage be-
tween the ancient and the modern;
it is losing its Old World charm and
is only beginning to acquire the
modernity Of Santiago. Rio or
Buenos Aires" He admits. however.
that the tourist who loves ancient
carved doorways and old churches
might find the city interesting. For
his own part. he did not visit these
show places. never having under
stood why tourists continually hunt
relics of the past instead Of seeing a
country's life in the present" From
Lima he drifted over the world S
highest railway" and secured job
in an Andean mining camp at Moro
cocha. 1t was here that he came
into close contact with a number of
tropical tramps of the roughneck
division, "morose, silent men who
seldom spoke of their pastS and to
whom an inquiry regarding their
reason or coming to South America
would have proved an affront."
Among them was Judson, the little
Texan. who had killed three Mexican
bandits in his time. although he was
quite harmless in appearance, with
washy blue eyes that squinted al
most timidly through horn trimmed
glasses. 1t wasn't any adventure,
he explained; 1t was darned hard
work." Here also We meet Bolshe-
wick, "a big Australian construction
boss with Greenwich Village ideas
about life. He had wandered
about the world as a general trouble
maker. had been kicked out of sew
eral countries and was proud of it.
Mr.. Fosters experiences in Lima
include a rather lengthy connection
with the one American newspaper in
the city and a much shorter expert
ence as attache at the American I,e-,
CATION. 1t was while acting in this
latter capacity that he made the ac-
nuaintance of that inimitable charla-