There was an Australian there (a student from Stuttgart or somewhere,) and Joe told him who I was and he laid himself out to make our course plain, for us—­so I am certain we can’t get lost between here and Heidelberg.

We walked the carriage road till we came to that place where one sees the foot path on the other side of the ravine, then we crossed over and took that.  For a good while we were in a dense forest and judged we were lost, but met a native women who said we were all right.  We fooled along and got there at 6 p.m.—­ate supper, then followed down the ravine to the foot of the falls, then struck into a blind path to see where it would go, and just about dark we fetched up at the Devil’s Pulpit on top of the hills.  Then home.  And now to bed, pretty sleepy.  Joe sends love and I send a thousand times as much, my darling. 
                                                  S. L. C.

HotelGENNIN.  Livy darling, we had a lovely day jogged right along, with a good horse and sensible driver—­the last two hours right behind an open carriage filled with a pleasant German family—­old gentleman and 3 pretty daughters.  At table d’hote tonight, 3 dishes were enough for me, and then I bored along tediously through the bill of fare, with a back-ache, not daring to get up and bow to the German family and leave.  I meant to sit it through and make them get up and do the bowing; but at last Joe took pity on me and said he would get up and drop them a curtsy and put me out of my misery.  I was grateful.  He got up and delivered a succession of frank and hearty bows, accompanying them with an atmosphere of good-fellowship which would have made even an English family surrender.  Of course the Germans responded—­then I got right up and they had to respond to my salaams, too.  So “that was done.”

We walked up a gorge and saw a tumbling waterfall which was nothing to Giessbach, but it made me resolve to drop you a line and urge you to go and see Giessbach illuminated.  Don’t fail—­but take a long day’s rest, first.  I love you, sweetheart. 
                                             SAML.

                                   Overthe Gemmi pass.
                                   4.30 p.m.  Saturday, Aug. 24, 1878. 
Livy darling, Joe and I have had a most noble day.  Started to climb (on foot) at 8.30 this morning among the grandest peaks!  Every half hour carried us back a month in the season.  We left them harvesting 2d crop of hay.  At 9 we were in July and found ripe strawberries; at 9.30 we were in June and gathered flowers belonging to that month; at 10 we were in May and gathered a flower which appeared in Heidelberg the 17th of that month; also forget-me-nots, which disappeared from Heidelberg about mid-May; at 11.30 we were in April (by the flowers;) at noon we had rain and hail mixed, and wind and enveloping fogs, and considered it March; at 12.30 we had snowbanks above us and snowbanks below us, and considered it February.  Not good February, though, because in the midst of the wild desolation the forget-me-not still bloomed, lovely as ever.