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CHAPTER XXIXTHE JOURNEY'S ENDDURING the last week signs that the journey wasnearing an end began steadily to grow about usday by day. The second tent was packed intoitsbag and slung into the net below ; then theextra camp furniture was pushedround thecorner behind the chest. A new recklessnessshowed itself in our use of the electric torch, forthere was no more call for economy:the laundrybaggrew fat in its corner and encroached uponthe wardrobe. But the wardrobe itself was notso crowded as it had been.A day came when myold Norfolk jacket, burst at the elbows for thelast time, was hung, with a tender regret, upona wayside tree, boldly addressed on an accompanyingcard to the firsttramp that should passby and not without an old pipe and an ounceof tobacco in the pocket to speed it on its way.For the great company of things that were nevermeant to survive the tour was shrinking hour byhour. The bedroom mat, the chipped woodenspoon, the cracked butter-plate246and a host of