Harzburg, June 1891. 



Otill full of the fresh impressions and pleasant 

 reminiscences of my third Caucasian journey, which 

 I made, as proposed, last autumn with my wife and 

 daughter, I shall resume my narrative by giving an 

 account of it. This tour, undertaken with all imaginable 

 comfort as a pleasure trip, will thus stand out in strong 

 relief to my first two journeys to Kedabeg. 



We travelled in the middle of September from 

 Berlin to Odessa. There of course I did not omit to 

 visit the station of the Indo-European line, and held 

 a telegraphic conversation with the manager of the 

 company in London, Mr. Andrews. Such a direct 

 telegraphic intercommunication after a long journey 

 has always something uncommonly interesting, I might 

 almost say elevating , about it. The victory of the 

 human mind over inert matter is thereby brought 

 immediately and forcibly home to us. 



From Odessa we proceeded to the Crimea, my 

 acquaintance with which had been hitherto confined 

 to the places of call of the steamers running between 

 Odessa and Poti. We decided to leave the vessel at 

 Sebastopol, and travel by road to Yalta. The drive 



