of a running track or a squash court in it. However, I managed to secure the services of a professional gymnast who put me through a terrible course of sprouts and gave me the benefit of a five dollar sweat for five shillings and sixpence. I also tried the Turkish bath in the hotel. This is filled with fat and paunchy business men, as are, for that matter, Turkish baths the world over, but this Australian breed insists upon showing and advising you just how long to stay in the hot room, just how long to stay in the steam room, just how long to stay in the cold shower, etc., etc., until your possible pleasureable sweat has long since become evaporated into rage. There are evidently no wood fires in Australia, and certainly no central heating plants. The rooming life is therefore terrible in the winter time. I don't know what it is like in the summer time, but they say it is very hot in Sydney at that time of year, and I cer- tainly am not going to stay to find out. Hannibal and I bought our tickets to Brisbane by way of Byron Bay, leaving Sydney a week from today. The Mataram leaves Brisbane on the second of September. From then on, thank God, there will be no more worrying about heat. Wednesday, August 24th. (Sydney). Went aboard the Maloja at nine o'clock to say farewell to Dr. and Mrs. Eckalls. I shall never forget this fine old gentle- man, his story of his son's experience at the mouth of the Thames, at Sierra Leone with those wretched niggers,