A Tramp Abroad eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 560 pages of information about A Tramp Abroad.

A Tramp Abroad eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 560 pages of information about A Tramp Abroad.
up in the midst of a wilderness of oil-pictures in the Art Exhibition, with no name attached to it.  To my great gratification it was instantly recognized as mine.  All the town flocked to see it, and people even came from neighboring localities to visit it.  It made more stir than any other work in the Exhibition.  But the most gratifying thing of all was, that chance strangers, passing through, who had not heard of my picture, were not only drawn to it, as by a lodestone, the moment they entered the gallery, but always took it for a “Turner.”

Apparently nobody had ever done that.  There were ruined castles on the overhanging cliffs and crags all the way; these were said to have their legends, like those on the Rhine, and what was better still, they had never been in print.  There was nothing in the books about that lovely region; it had been neglected by the tourist, it was virgin soil for the literary pioneer.

Meantime the knapsacks, the rough walking-suits and the stout walking-shoes which we had ordered, were finished and brought to us.  A Mr. X and a young Mr. Z had agreed to go with us.  We went around one evening and bade good-by to our friends, and afterward had a little farewell banquet at the hotel.  We got to bed early, for we wanted to make an early start, so as to take advantage of the cool of the morning.

We were out of bed at break of day, feeling fresh and vigorous, and took a hearty breakfast, then plunged down through the leafy arcades of the Castle grounds, toward the town.  What a glorious summer morning it was, and how the flowers did pour out their fragrance, and how the birds did sing!  It was just the time for a tramp through the woods and mountains.

We were all dressed alike:  broad slouch hats, to keep the sun off; gray knapsacks; blue army shirts; blue overalls; leathern gaiters buttoned tight from knee down to ankle; high-quarter coarse shoes snugly laced.  Each man had an opera-glass, a canteen, and a guide-book case slung over his shoulder, and carried an alpenstock in one hand and a sun-umbrella in the other.  Around our hats were wound many folds of soft white muslin, with the ends hanging and flapping down our backs—­an idea brought from the Orient and used by tourists all over Europe.  Harris carried the little watch-like machine called a “pedometer,” whose office is to keep count of a man’s steps and tell how far he has walked.  Everybody stopped to admire our costumes and give us a hearty “Pleasant march to you!”

When we got downtown I found that we could go by rail to within five miles of Heilbronn.  The train was just starting, so we jumped aboard and went tearing away in splendid spirits.  It was agreed all around that we had done wisely, because it would be just as enjoyable to walk down the Neckar as up it, and it could not be needful to walk both ways.  There were some nice German people in our compartment.  I got to talking some pretty private matters presently, and Harris became nervous; so he nudged me and said: 

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