HE WALKS.»(Charles Randall Stalksaround the World oniFoot 1'I SI* i' 1tiiIAmong the passengers on the Mariposa is Mr. Charles Randall, j who has gained considerable j { notoriety by his unique undertaking of “making the world on foot. The young pedestrian \ doesn’t do it all for lore though, j He has in true English style made a heavy bet. don't yer know, with some other cranks, and he is now having a good chance to win the money, and more than pay for his shoer-leather—- that is. if he ever reaches home. The game is very young yet. Mr Randall left Liverpool on the 20th of January, andshould have been in Han Francisco on the 20th of June. He didn't get there owing to cramps in his stomach or some other slight ailment, and his backers had to dig op $10,000 besides the doctor's bill. But, as said above, the game is very young. He will i win a large sum if he can walk back to Liverpool before January lhOO. He has got to cross (through the pest) Asia at large, trot through Constantinople and theBalkan, and pass the Austrian police, French gendarmes, andDutch hsherwomen. The walking itself is not the most remarkable feature of the young gentleman. The circumstances under■which he does it is the peculiar] feature in the game. He carries no arms, no money, no letters of introduction. He is simply astolid-looiwing, healthy, young Englishman dressed in leggings, rosy cheeks and a Stanley bat. How the deuce he could sleep at the Hotel, have supper, breakfast and dinner without money is a conundrum, which we leave to abler men to solve. He might stay here and make a fortune by taking a patent on that part of his business. Mr. Randall leaves for Sydnev this afternoon. He “walks' there on the Mariposa.