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abnormality, a pro temp procedure I don't know, but I wonder. The wheat rye & oats are now ripe. We saw numbers of American binders on the freight cars. Just out of Bordeaux there were vineyards with grape vines growing on sticks. Quantities of Indian corn were to be seen. The fields are separated by lines of tall poplars & closely set shrubs. The country became more rolling as we went north. We were admirers of this exquisite country until we came to our first town of size -- Angonleine with its sepulchially white houses. We next passed thru Poitiers -- a thousand memories of school days flooded my mind -- my old preceptor Junius Leigh and my knowledge of French history gathered at his feet -- those stiff old tights of olden times when French opposed English, when one English man was worth 5 Frenchmen because there were stout of heart & younger & could shoot an arrow straight, and the silly French Nobility with a pseudo-courage charge furiously against them to lose a battle, their King and their lives. We soon ran into Tours, a very pretty town of 50000 on the Loire. Up the valley with its wonderful chateaux on either side we ran to Couee to Orleans of Joan of Arc fame. A little after 8 o'clock to come into the Gare