bLACK BASS. 



X 



THE SEASON OF 1 897 



The Diary which has been freely laid under contribution 



was continued to the end, but on the tolerably familiar 



ground of the train journey to Washington. 



Homewards. 



Even on our return we did not escape the 



casualties of American travel, for at one station we were 

 compelled to wait four hours for another part of the train, 

 which had been delayed owing to some breakdown, with 

 the consequence that we arrived at Washington at eleven 

 instead of 7.30. 



After our experience on board Tlie Tarpon at Fort 

 Myers we were very glad to get back again to absolute 

 civilisation, to look over the Natural History Museum and 

 Smithsonian Museum, and to enjoy the avenue of trees, 

 which in this early May began to look very charming. We 



