The last chapter of Mr Wallace’s travel diary.
CHAPTER 59. Yosemite
Overawed by the majesty of the Yosemite National Park
CHAPTER 58. Los Angeles
everything went well until we covered about half a mile and then the car just stopped. Geraldine could do nothing with it and I have never had time to learn anything about a car except how to keep the accelerator down
CHAPTER 57. The Grand Canyon
A few yards from the hotel we looked down and suddenly without any warning the earth stopped short and the grand canyon of Arizona was below us.
CHAPTER 56. Chicago
I saw 35 of the full public utility machines working as I had never believed they could work. The girls were putting out between 1500 and 2000 bills per operator per day.
CHAPTER 55. Toronto
As soon as I spoke to him I recognised the Australian in his voice. The 16 years in America has, of course, given time for the adoption of some very pleasant Americanisms, but when compared with the other Burroughs men I had met he was undoubtedly Australian
CHAPTER 54. The Ford Factory
We saw boats discharging ore and were told that it is possible for the iron ore thus brought into the factory on Monday morning to leave the plant in a finished Ford car by noon on Tuesday.
