Time plays many pranks with one's memory. The greatness of the journey
is no longer with me, and my companion has been called away. But this
much stands out clearly in my recollections: my brother was the leading
spirit of the adventure--his was the genius which conceived it and it
was his courage and perseverance which compelled us to keep on in spite
of many difficulties.
I have now set out our peregrinations at length from the diaries we kept
during the journey. The record, such as it is, I give to those who knew
us as a tribute to his memory.
[Illustration: BEESTON TOWERS.]