Excerpt from Roaming Through the West Indies

Some years ago I made a tramping trip around the world for my own pleasure. Friends coaxed me to set it down on paper and new friends were kind enough to read it. Since then they have demanded more at least so the publishers say but always specifying that it shall be on foot. Now, I refuse to be dictated to as to how I shall travel; I will not 'be bullied into tramping when I wish to ride. The journey here with set forth is, therefore, among other things, a physical protest against that attempted coercion, a proof that I do not need to walk unless I choose to do so. To make broken resolutions impossible, I picked out a trip that could not be done on foot. It would be difficult indeed to walk through the West Indies. Then, to make doubly sure, I took with me a newly acquired wife and we brought back a newly acquired son, though that has nothing to do with the present story.

I will not go so far as to say that I abjured footing it entirely. As a further proof of personal liberty I walked when and where the spirit moved me - and the element underfoot was willing. But I wish it distinctly understood from the outset that this is no walking trip. Once having broken the friends who ?atter me with their attention of expecting me to confine myself to the prehistoric form of locomotion I shall probably take to the road again to relieve a chronic foot-itch.