Outing . ers wagons which follow their chan- 184 The Outing Magazine nels faithfully for miles. To steer clear ofthese ruts, straggling along as they did inirregular lines, was a task far from easy andone always successfully accomplished witha resulting heavy strain on the distance-rod and knuckles. Moreover, we had for-gotten to cover the steering joints withleather and the grit ground into the openjoints to such an extent that by the timewe reached Cape Charles the wheel had abacklash that five thousand miles ofordinary road would not have given it. Under these conditions we naturallymade no
Outing . ers wagons which follow their chan- 184 The Outing Magazine nels faithfully for miles. To steer clear ofthese ruts, straggling along as they did inirregular lines, was a task far from easy andone always successfully accomplished witha resulting heavy strain on the distance-rod and knuckles. Moreover, we had for-gotten to cover the steering joints withleather and the grit ground into the openjoints to such an extent that by the timewe reached Cape Charles the wheel had abacklash that five thousand miles ofordinary road would not have given it. Under these conditions we naturallymade no attempts on road-records andreached Dover late in the afternoon, withdust covered car and a pinch of sand in thecarburetor, as we half suspected, for wehad been firing rather irregularly, but thedead level of the roads enabled us to pullthrough on a mixture which was far fromperfect. Dover will never be found written on ourhearts. After a short delay employed incleaning the carburetor and fitting it with. Nearing Cape Charles—a breath of the pines in old Virginia. Photograph by N. Lazarnick. Evidently cars as yet are few and farbetween in this part of the country, for thehonk of our horn brought folks to theirdoors and horses and mules resented ourapproach by backing away and perform-ing other antics discreditable to their sa-gacity. We often stopped in deference totheir feelings while the driver made a de-tour into the fields to avoid us or stood attheir heads while, with a maximum of cau-tion and a minimum of gasoline, we slowlypassed. a rough and ready dust shield, we startedfor Seaford about forty miles further on,and made first acquaintance with the per-fectly even and almost dustless surfaceof the shell road. Its construction issimple—oyster shells and plenty of them,spread evenly over the road. Time andtraffic do the rest. Passing over theborder into Maryland the scenery becamemore diversified and we now began to runthrough fine stretches of pine timber, whichwas we
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