cloud that developed into the famous storm that raised havoc in Montreal in 1912 and immediately turned in alarm. Hannibal and I left soon after this. We stopped at the house of Mr. Joseph, where I wrote a letter to Harold Woodcock asking him to give my Harvard tickets to Mr. Joseph this year instead of myself. The Trans-Canada Limited leaves Montreal at 6:45. We got on board and opened up one of the bottles of cham- pagne that Nicholas gave us. Outside the windows of the dining car we could see the perfectly moulded pastures of the Quebec farming country. It was rather warm on the train. Friday, July 22nd. (Quebec-Ontario). All day long the train worked the thick forest of western Quebec and eastern Ontario. A fat man from San Francisco occupied the morning telling his wife how narrowly he escaped death when he was nothing but a newsboy riding into San Francisco early one morning to sell his papers. He said that a hundred and twelve people were killed on that train. When he was all through his wife asked him if he had sold any of his papers to them before they had been killed. He said he had. He said he had sold out completely. His wife said she thought that was very fortunate, and asked him for some ice-water. When he came back he said there were no more cups, but he thought to get her a magazine. She asked him where the magazine was. He said he had thought to get her one, but the man was sold out. Then she began to laugh, so I turned on the electric fan.