Now I felt I might start out upon my search with some assurance of
finding my way back again to the prospector.

I decided that at first I would travel directly south in the hope
that I might in that direction find some familiar landmark. It
was as good a direction as any. This much at least might be said
of it.

Among the many other things I had brought from the outer world were
a number of pedometers. I slipped three of these into my pockets
with the idea that I might arrive at a more or less accurate mean
from the registrations of them all.

On my map I would register so many paces south, so many east, so
many west, and so on. When I was ready to return I would then do
so by any route that I might choose.

I also strapped a considerable quantity of ammuni-tion across my
shoulders, pocketed some matches, and hooked an aluminum fry-pan
and a small stew-kettle of the same metal to my belt.

I was ready--ready to go forth and explore a world!

Ready to search a land area of 124,110,000 square miles for my
friends, my incomparable mate, and good old Perry!

And so, after locking the door in the outer shell of the prospector,
I set out upon my quest. Due south I traveled, across lovely
valleys thick-dotted with graz-ing herds.