INNSBRUCK 



Innsbruck possesses several excellent hotels ; and, 

 of these, the Hotel Europe, which boasts the 

 superior attractions of an " American Bar," where 

 a beautiful young lady, who speaks English, dis- 

 penses bad whisky and worse soda-water to the 

 thirsty Britisher, is perhaps the best. At this hotel 

 we dined on our last evening in the Tyrol a 

 dinner of many courses, with two white-tied, 

 swallow-tail-coated waiters to minister to our wants. 

 It is all very well to talk of the delights of civiliza- 

 tion, but I think we should all have preferred to 

 have been back again in the Zillergrund in our 

 little hut, with its cramped accommodation and 



simple fare. I know I should ! 



***** 



Are there any two words that are harder to say 

 than "Good-bye"? Is anything harder than to 

 bid farewell to those we love, to tried and trusty 

 friends who have stood by us in sunshine and 

 shadow, in failure and success, in difficulties and 

 danger may be ? And this life of ours seems to 

 consist of nothing but an endless succession of 

 "Good-byes!" 



" We are all travellers in what John Bunyan calls 

 the wilderness of this world . . . and the best 

 that we find in our travels is an honest friend. He 

 is a fortunate voyager who finds many. We travel 

 indeed to find them. They are the end and the 



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