l% 2 LIFE OF PROFESSOR HUXLEY chap, xi 



confronted with a stickleback found in the milk. " Sure, then, 

 it must have been bad for the poor cow when that came through 

 her teat." 



Surely the Inspector cannot have overlooked such a crucial 

 fact as the presence of other fish in the reservoirs ? 



We shall be here another week, and then move slowly back 

 to London. I am loth to leave this place, which is very beautiful 

 with splendid air and charming walks in all directions — two or 

 three thousand feet up if you like. 



Hotel Righi Vaudois, Glion, Switzerland, 

 Sept. 16, 1887. 



My dear Donnelly — We left Arolla for this place ten days 

 ago, but my wife fell ill, and we had to stay a day at St. Maurice. 

 She has been more or less out of sorts ever since until to-day. 

 However, I hope now she is all right again. 



This is a very charming place at the east end of the Lake of 

 Geneva — 1500 feet above the lake — and you can walk 3000 feet 

 higher up if you like. 



What they call a " funicular railway " hauls you up a 

 gradient of 1 in if from the station on the shore in ten minutes. 

 At first the sensation on looking down is queer, but you soon 

 think nothing of it. The air is very fine, the weather lovely, 

 the feeding unexceptionable, and the only drawback consists in 

 the " javelins," as old Francis Head used to call them — stinks of 

 such wonderful crusted flavour that they must have been many 

 years in bottle. But this is a speciality of all furrin parts that 

 I have ever visited. 



I am very well and extremely lazy so far as my head goes 

 — legs I am willing to use to any extent up hill or down dale. 

 They wanted me to go and speechify at Keighley in the middle 

 of October, but I could not get permission from the authorities. 

 Moreover, I really mean to keep quiet and abstain even from 

 good words (few or many) next session. My wife joins with 

 me in love to Mrs. Donnelly and yourself. 



She thought she had written, but doubts whether in the 

 multitude of her letters she did not forget. — Ever yours, 



T. H. Huxley. 



From Glion also he writes to Sir M. Foster: — 



I have been doing some very good work on the Gentians in 

 the interests of the business of being idle. 



The same subject recurs in the next letter : — 



