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       for the future railway. They were finished and waiting for the rails and business. They were as trim and snug and pretty as they could be. They were always of brick or stone; they were of graceful shape, they had vines and flowers about them already, and around them the grass was bright and green, and showed that it was carefully looked after. They were a decoration to the beautiful landscape, not an offense. Wherever one saw a pile of gravel or a pile of broken stone, it was always heaped as trimly and exactly as a new grave or a stack of cannon-balls; nothing about those stations or along the railroad or the wagon-road was

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       allowed to look shabby or be unornamental. The keeping a country in such beautiful order as Germany exhibits, has a wise practical side to

       it, too, for it keeps thousands of people in work and bread who would otherwise be idle and mischievous.

       As the night shut down, the captain wanted to tie up, but I thought

       maybe we might make Hirschhorn, so we went on. Presently the sky became overcast, and the captain came aft looking uneasy. He cast his eye

       aloft, then shook his head, and said it was coming on to blow. My party wanted to land at once--therefore I wanted to go on. The captain said we ought to shorten sail anyway, out of common prudence. Consequently, the larboard watch was ordered to lay in his pole. It grew quite dark, now,

       and the wind began to rise. It wailed through the swaying branches of the trees, and swept our decks in fitful gusts. Things were taking on an ugly look. The captain shouted to the steersman on the forward log:

       "How's she landing?"

       The answer came faint and hoarse from far forward: "Nor'-east-and-by-nor'--east-by-east, half-east, sir." "Let her go off a point!"

       "Aye-aye, sir!"

       "What water have you got?"

       "Shoal, sir. Two foot large, on the stabboard, two and a half scant on

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       the labboard!"

       "Let her go off another point!"

       "Aye-aye, sir!"

       "Forward, men, all of you! Lively, now! Stand by to crowd her round the weather corner!"

       "Aye-aye, sir!"

       Then followed a wild running and trampling and hoarse shouting, but the forms of the men were lost in the darkness and the sounds were distorted and confused by the roaring of the wind through the shingle-bundles. By this time the sea was running inches high, and threatening every moment to engulf the frail bark. Now came the mate, hurrying aft, and said,

       close to the captain's ear, in a low, agitated voice:

       "Prepare for the worst, sir--we have sprung a leak!"

       "Heavens! where?"

       "Right aft the second row of logs."

       "Nothing but a miracle can save us! Don't let the men know, or there will be a panic and mutiny! Lay her in shore and stand by to jump with

       the stern-line the moment she touches. Gentlemen, I must look to you to

       second my endeavors in this hour of peril. You have hats--go forward and

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       bail for your lives!"

       Down swept another mighty blast of wind, clothed in spray and thick darkness. At such a moment as this, came from away forward that most appalling of all cries that are ever heard at sea:

       "MAN OVERBOARD!"

       The captain shouted:

       "Hard a-port! Never mind the man! Let him climb aboard or wade ashore!"

       Another cry came down the wind:

       "Breakers ahead!"

       "Where away?"

       "Not a log's length off her port fore-foot!"

       We had groped our slippery way forward, and were now bailing with the

       frenzy of despair, when we heard the mate's terrified cry, from far aft:

       "Stop that dashed bailing, or we shall be aground!" But this was immediately followed by the glad shout: "Land aboard the starboard transom!"

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       "Saved!" cried the captain. "Jump ashore and take a turn around a tree and pass the bight aboard!"

       The next moment we were all on shore weeping and embracing for joy, while the rain poured down in torrents. The captain said he had been a mariner for forty years on the Neckar, and in that time had seen storms to make a man's cheek blanch and his pulses stop, but he had never, never seen a storm that even approached this one. How familiar that sounded! For I have been at sea a good deal and have heard that remark from captains with a frequency accordingly.

       We framed in our minds the usual resolution of thanks and admiration

       and gratitude, and took the first opportunity to vote it, and put it

       in writing and present it to the captain, with the customary speech. We tramped through the darkness and the drenching summer rain full three miles, and reached "The Naturalist Tavern" in the village of Hirschhorn just an hour before midnight, almost exhausted from hardship, fatigue, and terror. I can never forget that night.

       The landlord was rich, and therefore could afford to be crusty and disobliging; he did not at all like being turned out of his warm bed to open his house for us. But no matter, his household got up and cooked

       a quick supper for us, and we brewed a hot punch for ourselves, to keep

       off consumption. After supper and punch we had an hour's soothing smoke while we fought the naval battle over again and voted the resolutions;

       then we retired to exceedingly neat and pretty chambers upstairs that had clean, comfortable beds in them with heirloom pillowcases most

       elaborately and tastefully embroidered by hand.

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       Such rooms and beds and embroidered linen are as frequent in German village inns as they are rare in ours. Our villages are superior

       to German villages in more merits, excellences, conveniences, and privileges than I can enumerate, but the hotels do not belong in the list.

       "The Naturalist Tavern" was not a meaningless name; for all the halls and all the rooms were lined with large glass cases which were filled with all sorts of birds and animals, glass-eyed, ably stuffed, and set

       up in the most natural eloquent and dramatic attitudes. The moment we were abed, the rain cleared away and the moon came out. I dozed off to sleep while contemplating a great white stuffed owl which was looking intently down on me from a high perch with the air of a person who thought he had met me before, but could not make out for certain.

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