Our holiday in Africa (1912) (14793376323)

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Identifier: ourholidayinafri01whee (find matches)
Title: Our holiday in Africa
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Wheeler, W. W. (William Webb), b. 1854
Subjects: Wheeler, W. W. (William Webb), b. 1854
Publisher: (St. Joseph, MO : Press of Combe Printing)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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d part of the city, to London Bridge,the London Tower, through the many streets made memorableby Dickens, among which are. Hounds Ditch, Petticoat Lane,Thread Needle Street, past the Bank of England, the old Bai-ley Prison, the London Library, the British Museum, Trafal-gar Square and Piccadilly Circus, etc. We tried the TupennyTube, and it does not compare with out subway in New York.We entered by an elevator which dropped us down aboutninety feet. This tube is only wide enough for one train, andthat is a very close fit, which, with the great depth below thesurface, makes one feel very shut in and stuffy. There arevery few surface car lines in London, and no elevated ones.Most of the street transportation is done by motor busses,built large enough to carry twenty passengers inside, andtwenty on top, and they run everywhere; but the most con-venient and agreeable transportation in London is the motortaxi cab. There are thousands of them and they are all pol- 157 OUR HOLIDAY IX AFF^ICA
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NATIVE AND BABOON. ENGLAND ished and clean, and charge only eight-pence or sixteen centsa mile. Just opposite our hotel was a new building, the RoyalSociety of Medicine. It was opened by the King and Queenwhile we were there. As our room on the second story front-ed this building we had a fine view of Royalty, as they droveup in their carriage. The King and Queen looked exactlylike their pictures, with whom all are familiar. We attended the International Horticultural Exhibition,the finest show of the kind since 1864. There were acres offlowers, each variety being placed together, and every varietyof the most superb grown. The roses were as large as cab-bages, many of them so large that they looked artificial, andthe orchids were the finest and greatest variety that was evershown. The vegetables and fruits were also extraordinarilyfine. It was with regret that we left this great city, as wesailed for home on the Cunard Line May 25, 1912. In goingto Liverpool, the railway runs through