his “‘traps,’’ whereas old campaigners invariably travel light. But when you are compelled to carry your house on your back, like the snail, you soon learn the things you can do without, and so the cyclist setting out on a lengthy tour must reduce his wants to a minimum and exercise not a little ingenuity as to his packing powers.
My kit consisted of a bronze metal tank fitted to the frame of the bicycle and capable of containing a gallon and a half of water; a light waterproof sleeping bag, lined with beaver; a Winchester repeating rifle (32 calibre} with 200 rounds of ammunition; a camera and two hundred exposures, sealed and water-proofed; films, post-card size, waterproof canvas bags for flour, tea, sugar, &c.; compass; folding double billy can, one for cooking and one for tea; concentrated foods, bovril, grapenuis, soup tablets, peasoup sausages, chocolate; medicines, permanganate of potash. cayenne pepper, quinine, boracic acid; charts, aneroid barometer, cyclometer and compass; matches in water-proof cases; clothing, such as wide felt hat, flannel singlet, woollen guernsey, woollen racing knickers, woollen cycling hose, and long topped boots to stay the legs and help keep sand or water out.
The approximate weight of my outfit was 85lbs., of which my machine accounted for 25 lbs.
