The Nome daily nugget., 1937-04-15

Prepared by Natl0naI SeOBTdpHlc ooSAoty'
 Washington, D. C.-WNU Service. RAMBLING as vagabond In
 the British Isles is somewhat
 different from travelling as
 tourist. Here's now one Amerl- can saw the country on job hunt which extended from England through Wales and Scotland to Edinburgh.
 In London a member of the Guards asked him. If you hadn't n lot or money, how could you take trip like this?"
 "Oh, that's easy," he replied. Worked my way across. l expect to walk up to Scotland and back, earning my expenses
 Great; but how are you going to get work with jobs so scarce:'
 Trust to luck" he said noncha- lant.y.
 The walker arrived .n Oxford at com mencement time, remained there for two days, then set out for Stratford on-Avon. There he sought out the place in Henley street which most people believe to be the Bard's birth place. At the rear of the half-tim- bered, gable-roofed house, with its luaint mullioned windows WIS spa. :ious garden A high stone wall sur rounded this idyllic spot, but screened none of the beauty. Due to his un usual height, he could look right over and enjoy the scene to his hearts con tent without having to pay for the privilege.
 In nearby Shottery. with his finances reduced to only eight shillings, he suddenly abandoned holiday-making and sought work. He was offered a job in a COW barn. but finding that the purchase of suitable clothing would eat up all his profit. he de clined the job and struck out for Worcester, much larger town with probably better opportunities. Here he obtained a position as labOrer to help reconstruct a store.
 Lost In the Hills of Wales.
 On the road again. the American wanderer took long tramp through the wilds of Wales. Leaving the foot hills behind, he came ro the real hills, some brown with heather, soon to blossom out with tiny red flowers that would transform them into huge mounds of ruddy color. Once, after q storm, he became lost in the hills Around him, as far as the eye could see was nothing but grassy, almost treeless hills and valleys. There was no sign of life except for a few sheep nibbling at tufts of grass nearby. Al most in despair, he walked along mile after mile without coming to road or within sight of farmhouse and 1t wasn't long before he realized he had been misdirected and was as near lost as anyone could be.
 Cropping in darkness made deeper by the heavy clouds, he made his way, cautiously testing each step until he thought he had passed the marshes. He saw at length little river in the valley, and beyond 1t a faintly glim merng light. Throwing caution to the winds, he struck out in that direction.
 Not far from the bank of the river he ran into some tall grass and, be fore he realized where his feet were falling, he felt an odd sensation, as if by some sinister means he was being engulfed by an unseen power. He wriggled loose, only to slip again a: the next step into the clutches of the bog.
 Was he suddenly to be snatched away by this monster and leave no trace Frantic. he clutched at his oOZing strength and fought like madman. digging his nails into the slime seek, ing support. Somehow in the black ness he found One-and drew himself to safety.
 Liverpool to Scotland.
 Finally he reached Liverpool, the sec ond seaport in Britain, where he was determined to make his next frv for a