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lls and timetables。 He confided to me afterward； that his wife and her friend had got it into their heads that they must go both to Vienna and Berlin。 Was Berlin much out of the way in going from Vienna to Paris？ He said they told him it was n't。 At any rate； he must get round at such a date： he had no time to spare。 Then； besides the slowness of getting on； there were the trunks。 He lost a trunk in Switzerland； and consumed a whole day in looking it up。 While the steamboat lay at the wharf at Rorschach； two stout porters came on board； and shouldered his baggage to take it ashore。 To his remonstrances in English they paid no heed； and it was some time before they could be made to understand that the trunks were to go on to Lindau。 〃There；〃 said he； 〃I should have lost my trunks。 Nobody understands what I tell them： I can't get any information。〃 Especially was he unable to get any information as to how to 〃get on。〃 I confess that the restless American almost put me into a fidget； and revived the American desire to 〃get on；〃 to take the fast trains； make all the connections；in short； in the handsome language of the great West； to 〃put her through。〃 When I last saw our traveler； he was getting his luggage through the custom…house； still undecided whether to push on that night at eleven o'clock。 But I forgot all about him and his hurry when； shortly after； we sat at the table…d'hote at the hotel； and the sedate Germans lit their cigars； some of them before they had finished eating； and sat smoking as if there were plenty of leisure for everything in this world；
A CITY OF COLOR
After a slow ride； of nearly eight hours； in what； in Germany； is called an express train； through a rain and clouds that hid from our view the Tyrol and the Swabian mountains； over a rolling； pleasant country； past pretty little railway station…houses； covered with vines； gay with flowers in the windows； and surrounded with beds of flowers； past switchmen in flaming scarlet jackets； who stand at the switches and raise the hand to the temple； and keep it there； in a military salute； as we go by； we come into old Augsburg； whose Confession is not so fresh in our minds as it ought to be。 Portions of the ancient wall remain； and many of the towers； and there are archways； picturesquely opening from street to street； under several of which we drive on our way to the Three Moors； a stately hostelry and one of the oldest in Germany。
It stood here in the year 1500； and the room is still shown； unchanged since then； in which the rich Count Fugger entertained Charles V。 The chambers are nearly all immense。 That in which we are lodged is large enough for Queen Victoria； indeed； I am glad to say that her sleeping…room at St。 Cloud was not half so spacious。 One feels either like a count； or very lonesome； to sit down in a lofty chamber； say thirty…five feet square； with little furniture； and historical and tragical life…size figures staring at one from the wall…paper。 One fears that they may come down in the deep night； and stand at the bedside；those narrow； canopied beds there in the distance； like the marble couches in the cathedral。 It must be a fearful thing to be a royal person； and dwell in a palace； with resounding rooms and naked； waxed； inlaid floors。 At the Three Moors one sees a visitors' book； begun in 18oo； which contains the names of many noble and great people； as well as poets and doctors and titled ladies； and much sentimental writing in French。 It is my impression； from an inspection of the book； that we are the first untitled visitors。
The traveler cannot but like Augsburg at once； for its quaint houses； colored so diversely and yet harmoniously。 Remains of its former brilliancy yet exist in the frescoes on the outside of the buildings； some of which are still bright in color； though partially defaced。 Those on the House of Fugger have been restored； and are very brave pictures。 These frescoes give great animation and life to the appearance of a street； and I am glad to see a taste for them reviving。 Augsburg must have been very gay with them two and three hundred years ago； when； also； it was the home of beautiful women of the middle class； who married princes。 We went to see the house in which lived the beautiful Agnes Bernauer； daughter of a barber； who married Duke Albert III。 of Bavaria。 The house was nought； as old Samuel Pepys would say； only a high stone building； in a block of such； but it is enough to make a house attractive for centuries if a pretty woman once looks out of its latticed windows； as I have no doubt Agnes often did when the duke and his retinue rode by in clanking armor。
But there is no lack of reminders of old times。 The cathedral； which was begun before the Christian era could express its age with four figures； has two fine portals； with quaint carving； and bronze doors of very old work； whereon the story of Eve and the serpent is literally given；a representation of great theological； if of small artistic value。 And there is the old clock and watch tower； which for eight hundred years has enabled the Augsburgers to keep the time of day and to look out over the plain for the approach of an enemy。 The city is full of fine bronze fountains some of them of very elaborate design； and adding a convenience and a beauty to the town which American cities wholly want。 In one quarter of the town is the Fuggerei； a little city by itself； surrounded by its own wall； the gates of which are shut at night； with narrow streets and neat little houses。 It was built by Hans Jacob Fugger the Rich； as long ago as 1519； and is still inhabited by indigent Roman…Catholic families； according to the intention of its founder。 In the windows were lovely flowers。 I saw in the street several of those mysterious； short； old women；so old and yet so little； all body and hardly any legs； who appear to have grown down into the ground with advancing years。
It happened to be a rainy day； and cold； on the 30th of July； when we left Augsburg； and the flat fields through which we passed were uninviting under the gray light。 Large flocks of geese were feeding on the windy plains； tended by boys and women； who are the living fences of this country。 I no longer wonder at the number of feather…beds at the inns； under which we are apparently expected to sleep even in the warmest nights。 Shepherds with the regulation crooks also were watching herds of sheep。 Here and there a cluster of red…roofed houses were huddled together into a village； and in all directions rose tapering spires。 Especially we marked the steeple of Blenheim； where Jack Churchill won the name for his magnificent country…seat； early in the eighteenth century。 All this plain where the silly geese feed has been marched over and fought over by armies time and again。 We effect the passage of； the Danube without difficulty； and on to Harburg； a little town of little red houses； inhabited principally by Jews； huddled under a rocky ridge； upon the summit of which is a picturesque medieval castle； with many towers and turrets； in as perfect preservation as when feudal flags floated over it。 And so on； slowly； with long stops at many stations； to give opp