Had a curious dream last night, about how I was climbing the rocks of Myrtleville with a few others when I came to a dirty pool in which was the body of a huge crocodile. After turning it over, I tried to jump the pool, but splashed into it, and the blood of the crocodile, mingled with salt water, filled my mouth. When I awoke, I really found that horrible mucus in my mouth which is the cause of all this catarrh. – Scannie gave me a French song, to which Páp must compose an accompaniment, to-day. He thinks it lovely, but it seems sentimental to me. We had a long talk at German about the intensive history course we will do next year. He is inclined to do 1870-1920. – Brought home some Inter. German papers to show Páp. Two of the three of them are a disgrace. They seem to make German obnoxious on purpose. Páp is going to do something about it. Butler is the name of the fellow who set them. – Read with the greatest surprise that there is more trouble in the Riff. Ould Far (ear of a rat) a powerful Djebella chieftain, has captured Setuan, defeated the Riffs, and is preparing to invade all the Riffian territory. He says he is also going to make war on France and Spain. But Mám says he is put on by the French and Spanish, who have thus an easy way of getting rid of the Riff.
