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sides. Being the challenged party, I would necessarily have choice of weapons, and I would choose the dustiest road in Scotland put him on it and have a procession of cars pass and repass him, and then we'd see how much he'd see! I know, for I have been a walker myself. "The long, long trail a-winding" may still possess a fascination for certain people with time and energy to spare, and I admit that walking is a splendidly healthy pastime; but "journey's end," if a belt of virgin bush like you get at Pelorus Bridge or a charming little bay such as those which abound around Kaikoura, has also much to commend it, and what the driver of the car misses of the beauties of the landscape his companions can drink in and enjoy, and all motoring is not hell-for-leather speed, is it? The proof of the pudding is in the eating, anyway, and for every tramper along the broad highway you will encounter fifty or a hundred cars. SO THIS IS ART! One last joke, and we'll let the matter rest." It is an unconscious joke, so one can afford to smile at it On a certain road in Venezuela is a rather unique monument. It consists of an attractive base of white stone, or brick, or marble, surmounted by the remnants of a baidy battered car—lamps awry, mudguards askew, radiator aslant, tonneau twisted—the whole forming as incongruous a mixture of sublime and ridiculous as it would be possible to imagine. On a tablet half-way up the base is the following inscription:— "Atencion. Despacio se va Lejos"; which, being interpreted from the Venezuelan to the English, means "Go slowly and you will go a long way." If I should happen to be in Venezuela seeing the sights and were to come across this inviting monument, I should turn to my wife and say "My dear, a joke's a joke, but this is no joke; this must be Art Let's go home."