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CARAVAN DAYS 259hours of sleep. Sunday in campis in itself areimbursement that has fallen due.We do not travel after all in search of newcountries or new experiences, but in search of anew frame of mind, and all the properties ofcaravanning hard exercise, fresh air, continualemployment, the joyous incidents of the road, thesmall activities of the camp, the moving panoramaof the scenery all work together toward thatframe of mind that we go out to seek. It isdistinguished by a rich and equable good humour,a full and genial faculty for taking all things asthey come. I have spoken in Chapter XXVI ofan evening of heaped-up exasperations such asmay occur, but I have given no idea of the perfectserenity and smiling amusement with which theyare bound to be met. And in my third chapterI have described a night when I was driven frommy bed by an outbreak of jibbing and cluttering,and my growing irritation under the ordeal.But Iknow you will understand that there wasno real irritation in that matter. It was a stageanger that possessed me. I was playing the partof the Caravanner at :Bay that was all. As amatter of fact, the broken bootlace of the everydaylife is a far more potent disturber than all theinsensate turns of fortune that the caravanner has