The Press., 1897-10-14

But if it isn't summer, what does it lack?'
 It lacks half year. This is mid winter
 ''I had been suffering from colds for several months, and a sudden change of season like this could hardly fail to do me hurt. It brought on another cold"
 From the Sandwich Islands to Aus tralia. After doing Australia, he took passage for New Zealand, and we quote from his diary:-
 All people think that New Zealand is close to Australia, ,or Asia, or somewhere, and that you cross it on bridge. But that is not so. It is not close to anything, but | lies by itself out in the water. It is near est to Australia, but still not near. The gap between is very wide. It will be a surprise to the reader, as it was to me, to learn that the distance from Australia to New Zealand is really twelve or thirteen hundred miles, and there is no bridge"
 His first impressions of India were re- ceived at Bombay, of which he writes :-
 "Bombay A bewitching place, be- wildering place, an enchanting place. The Arabian Nights come again! It is a vast city contains about d million inhab- itants. Natives they are, with a slight sprinkling of white people-not enough l upon the massed dark complexion of the public. It is winter here, yet the weather is the divine weather of June and the foliage is the fresh and heav- enly foliage of June. There is a rank of noble great shade trees across the way from the hotel, and under them sit groups of picturesque natives of both sexes l; and the juggler in his turban is there with his snakes and his magic, and all day long hn he md hn t116i ,rin fifc, of custom flock by. It does not seem as if one could ever get tired of watchin g this moving show, this shining and shift ing spectacle"
 The animals of India seemed to prove a source of great amusement to him, as the following extracts indicate :-
 1.-Two monkeys came into my room in the early morning through a window whose shutters had left open, and when 1 woke, one of them was before the glass brushing his hair, and the other one had my note book, and was reading page ot humorous notes and crying. 1 did not mind the one with the hair brush, but the conduct of the other one hurt me; it hurts me yet. l threw something at him, and that was wrong, for my host has told me that the monkeys were best left alone They threw everything at me that they could lit, ana then went Into the bath room to get some more things, and shut the door on them.
 After while we stopped at little wooden coop of a station just within the curtain of the sombre iungle,a place with deep and dense forest of great trees anG scrub and vines all about It. The roya Bengal tiger is in great force there, ant is very bold and unconventional. Fron this lonely little station message once went to the railway manager in Calcutta Tiger eating station-master on from porch; telegraph instructions.'
 ''It was there that had my first tiger hunt. 1 killed thirteen. We were pres ently away again, and the train began to climb the mountains In one place sever wild elephants crossed the track. but two of them got away before could over take them.'
 In South Africa he studied politics while and then he sized up Cecil Rhodet this way:-
 ( admire him; I frankly confess it; anc when his time comes I shall buy piec of the rope for @ keepsake.
 Of the Boer hospitality he gives thi illustration