etc., etc. I let him go on until he had irrevocably committed himself and 

 then I remarked: "Lankester, this is all very interesting, but, I must 

 confess, it puzzles me. I have a friend in New York, who sends fifty 

 tons of glucose a week to the English brewers; what do they do with 

 it?" Very much to my astonishment, a shout of joy and laughter went 

 up from all the diners, for I had not observed that the whole table was 

 listening. Had I known that, I should not have played such a trick on 

 my host. 



While still in London, I received word from the authorities at home 

 that Sloane and I were to represent Princeton at the eight hundredth 

 anniversary of the University of Bologna in June. Our credentials were 

 written in Latin by Dr. McCosh on a half sheet of note paper and 

 appointed us to represent the "Collegium Princetoniense in Republica 

 Neo-Caesarea"; this was making unreasonable demands upon the 

 geographical knowledge of the Italians. How were they to know that 

 that meant the State of New Jersey? With some difficulty, I, at last, 

 succeeded in hiring a cap and gown in London; they weren't quite the 

 right thing, but served their purpose well enough. 



At the end of May we went on to Heidelberg, where I left my Wife 

 and children in the Untere Neckarstrasse and went on to Basel, as I 

 wished to call on the eminent palaeontologist. Professor Riitimeyer, 

 whom I had never met, though I had corresponded with him. I then 

 had my first experience with "Baseler deitsch" and was completely be- 

 wildered by it. In hunting up Riitimeyer, I had frequently to ask my 

 way from passers-by, who understood me perfectly well, but whose 

 answers were incomprehensible to me. Eventually, however, I found 

 my way to the "Anatomie," where I met a very cordial welcome from 

 Riitimeyer and spent most of the day with him in very interesting and 

 profitable fashion. It was amusing to hear the old man talk Hochdeutsch 

 to me, then turn and use the local patois to his assistants. 



The next morning, I was joined by Mrs. Post and the girls and we 

 went on to Italy by the Gotthard route. Though we had some wonderful 

 views, the coal-burning engines then in use made the passage of the 

 tunnels a rather suffocating affair. Our first destination was Milan, 

 where I had the surprise of finding in the museum an excellent collec- 

 tion of fossil mammals from Argentina and from Pikermi, in Greece. 

 The director himself, Stopani, some sort of a clerical dignitary, con- 

 ducted me very politely through the collection, conversing in German 

 that was perfectly intelligible, but of extraordinary pronunciation. We 

 next proceeded to Bologna, where I left the train, the ladies going on 



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