- coln, McKinley, Roosevelt, Taft, Wilson, etc. . . .
In going down in the elevator at the Langham hotel today, I saw a cheap book the elevator boy had been reading. Picking it up, I saw that the title was: "Buffalo's Bill's Warning." So it seems American literature, which is said to be unknown abroad, is getting a start.
Monday, March 24.—This evening we had six
American guests at dinner at our hotel: Mr. Gunsaulus,
the American consul at Johannesburg; Mr.
and Mrs. Atterbury and their son Manfred, and Mr.
and Mrs. Mark Cary. Mr. Cary had been at Capetown
and Durban during our stay in Johannesburg,
but returned late this afternoon, and drove direct from
the train to the hotel. The hotel orchestra, as a compliment
to our party, played American rag time. At
9:30 P. M. the entire party walked with us to the railway
station, where we were to take a train for Bulawayo,
en route to Victoria Falls. Our baggage had
been sent to the station in advance, and we carried
nothing except an enormous package of American newspapers:
copies of the Chicago Tribune and New York
World. . . . The train did not get away until
10:25 P. M., being late, but our friends remained until
we departed. I tried to coax them to go home, but they
wouldn't do it; when people are very nice to me it
makes me as uncomfortable as when they are not nice
enough. . . . When we arrived at the station we
found a chart displayed against a wall showing that
"Mr. and Miss Howe" had been assigned to a com-
