delighted with it. Here they simply passed it over. "Do open this
trunk," I asked one of the officials, "and see my pyjamas." "I
don't think it is necessary, sir," the man answered. There was a
coldness about it that cut me to the quick.

But bad as is the conduct of the English customs men, the immigration
officials are even worse. I could not help being struck by the
dreadful carelessness with which people are admitted into England.
There are, it is true, a group of officials said to be in charge of
immigration, but they know nothing of the discriminating care
exercised on the other side of the Atlantic.

"Do you want to know," I asked one of them, "whether I am a
polygamist?"

"No, sir," he said very quietly.

"Would you like me to tell you whether I am fundamentally opposed
to any and every system of government?"

The man seemed mystified. "No, sir," he said. "I don't know that
I would."

"Don't you care?" I asked.

"Well, not particularly, sir," he answered.

I was determined to arouse him from his lethargy.

"Let me tell you, then," I said, "that I am an anarchistic polygamist,