Thursday, July 21st. (Montreal). A coloured gentleman from too far south to have come so far north gave us marmalade for breakfast, accompanied by some very poor coffee. Then we struggled to ruse our way through the customs with the aux, shells. This may not have been very honorable, but we didn't think of that until after we had found we had been successful. Hannibal suggested that we visit McGill University. We rode ten miles in a trolley car towards the westward. Then we got out and inquired. A man told us it was not much further, and gave us directions how to get there. From where he was he estimated it to be about ten miles directly east; hard to miss it following the car lines directly into the city. We did what he told us and it turned out all right. McGill is a damned good university. It was very pretty in the warm pathos of July. We snooped around the campus and up a hill near the chemistry laboratory. From here it was possible to see the bridge over the St. Lawrence that we had come across on the train. It was interesting. Last year when I was in Montreal I missed all the things I saw today. In the library I read the first chapter of Wilhelm- meister by Goethe. Hannibal took me to dinner with a friend of his, a certain Mr. Frank Clergue. Mr. Clergue is not a very nice man, but he is a very interesting man, and so many people use that as a criterion these days. He is also