io FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
post-cards, simply illustrated in the style of Phil May or 
the early cave dwellers. Informal, perhaps, but expres- 
sive enough, I fancy. 
Then we bade farewell to some of our friends of the 
Summer Course, who still lingered at Riddle's Court. 
This Riddle's Court, from which the Doctor and I make 
our departure for the Antarctic, is quite the centre of the 
world. There may be those who do not know of it : I 
would refer all such to the old city records of Edinburgh ; 
there they will find how 'the huise was biggit by ane 
worthie Bailie M'Morran/ who met his death at the 
hands of a schoolboy, St. Clair of that ilk, who led his 
school-fellows In the first recorded lock-out, and who fired 
a cannon from the High School roof, so that the ball struck 
the bailie in the Svameis' so sorely that he died on the 
spot. That was long ago in the sixteenth century, when the 
times were lively. Since then Professor Patrick Geddes 
brought it to light, and tore the newspapers off the groined 
ceilings and the panelled walls,- furnished it, and made 
it one of the University Halls. Now it is to Edinburgh 
what the Plantin is to Antwerp, and people come from 
