In the early part of 1913 Prof. Geikie delivered in Edinburgh the Munro lectures, which were published the following year as _The Antiquity of Man in Europe_, and of it his old friend Prof. Stevenson says:--“This is no old man’s book.” In 1913, as already stated, the book on _Mountains_ was published, and was dedicated to the author’s “Old Friends and Colleagues on the Council of the Royal Scottish Geographical Society.” The summer of 1913 was spent in Skye, and there Prof. Geikie employed his leisure, as so often in holiday times, in writing verses. A few stanzas may be quoted:-- Tired of Auld Reekie’s stink and din, My thoughts fly far away, And bear me on until I win The shores of Broadford Bay. O there, I know, the heavens are bright, Keen is the air and pure, And calm the day, and still the night, And rest and sleep secure. Auld Reekie, very dear art thou, And yet, tho’ fair to see, Ten months within thy gates, I trow, Are quite enough for me. . . . . . Ended at last the weary round! Good-bye to leaden skies: With every mile we onward bound Our spirits higher rise. Onward o’er straths, thro’ mountain glens, Past shimmering lochs and streams, Until we view, with all its Bens, The island of our dreams. And there we live the life that’s good, No care, no stress, no strain, With heart revived and brain renewed, Lost youth comes back again. But if, as these verses show, holiday times still as of yore brought a sudden rebound of spirits, the strain of life was obviously beginning to tell. A pathetic letter has been preserved which was written to an old student, now Dr M‘Alpine of the Department of Agriculture, Victoria, in the spring of 1914. In it the writer says:--“Edinburgh has changed much within the last thirty years. To me it is a very different place, for I have seen so many of my old friends and companions pass away. The ghosts of those I have lost crowd about me, and like every old chap I feel the pathos of life. But I cultivate the philosophy of Daft Jamie Gordon, and believe it ‘as weel to dee goin’ as sittin’.’ So I work away and still find much to interest me in this workaday world.” In an accompanying letter Dr M‘Alpine recalls an incident of his student days which made a great impression upon him. One day, while with a party who were being taken over Arthur’s Seat by Prof. Geikie, the discussion turned from the igneous rocks of the hill to the evidences of former glaciation. Prof. Geikie carefully removed the turf from some rocks near the summit to show the finger-marks of the vanished ice, and then as carefully replaced the grass in order that the evidence of the past might be preserved. For one of his students at least the unconscious act read an unforgettable lesson of reverence.