Livy darling, we had a rattling good time todayⒶemendation, but we came very near being left at Baden-Baden, for instead of waiting in the waiting-roomⒶemendation, we sat down on the plla Ⓐemendation platform to wait where the trains come in from the other direction. We sat there full ten minutes—& then all of a sudden it occurred to me that that was not the right place.

On the train the principal of the big English school at Neŭnheim (of which Mr. Scheiding was a teacher,) introduced himself to me, & then he mapped out our day for us (for today & to-morrowⒶemendation) & also drew a map & gave us directions how to proceed through Switzerland. He had his entire shchoolⒶemendation with him, taking them on a prodigious trip through Switzerland—tickets for the round trip ten dollars apiece. He has done this annually for 10 years. We took a post carriage from Achern to Otterhöfen for 7 marks—stopped at the “Pflug” to drink beer, & saw that pretty girl again at a distance. Her father, mother, & two brothers received me like an ancient customer & sat down & talked as long as I had any German left. The big room was full of red-vested farmers (the Gemeindrath of the district, with the Burgermeister at the head,) drinking beer & talking public business. They had held an election & chosen a new member & been drinking beer at his expense for several hours. It was intensely Black-foresty.

There was an Australian there (a student from s Stuttgart or somewhere,) & Joe told him who I was & he laid himself out to make our course plain for us—so I am certain we can’t get lost between here & Heidelberg.

We walked the carriage road till we came to that place where one sees the footpath on the other side of a ravine, then we crossed over & took that. For a good while we were in a dense forest & judged we were lost, but met 2 native women who said we were all right. We fooled along & got here at 6 P.M—ate supper, then followed down the ravine to the foot of the falls, then struck into a blind path to see where it would go to, & th Ⓐemendation m◇ just about dark we fetched up at the Devil’s Pulpit (where you & I were,) on top of the hills. Then home. And now to bed, pretty sleepy & requiring no whisky. Joe sends love & I send a thousand times as much, my darling.