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Odd Bits of Travel with Brush and Camera

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Taylor Charles M (Charles Maus)

دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

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This strange looking highway runs lengthwise through the town 241 The houses are roofed with red tiles 245 The delicate lace caps frame smiling faces 254 As the congregation draws nearer we halt before the foremost group 258 Every man is a volume if you know how to read him 263 Goeden dag. Tot weerziens 267 Palace of Brühl 276 Lovely walks, and bowery avenues 282 Not far off stands the statue of the artist 287 The great peak known as the Drachenfels, or Dragon Rock 293 How noble and defiant is the appearance of these venerable fortresses 302 Every turn of the river presents a different view 306 Now we behold the little church surrounded by picturesque houses 311 Approaching Bingen we see vineyards covering the mountain side 315 Thousands of fashionably dressed people appear upon this promenade 338 There are many odd and fantastic sights here 342 One’s portfolio might soon be filled with interesting subjects 346 Many typical Irish characters come aboard our vessel 350 Several small boats are floating at our side 355 Beyond is all abyss, Eternity, whose end no eye can reach 359

Scenes of the Present and Relics of the Past.

Passing Vessels—The Ocean—Sudden Changes—Taking Photographs—The Landing Stage at Liverpool—New Brighton—In the Country—Liverpool by Night—Salvationists—Old Taverns—Chester—An English Home—Relics—The Cathedral—The River Dee—Leamington—The River Leam—Warwick Castle—An Old Mill—Through Kenilworth, Coventry and Stoneleigh—“The King’s Arms”—Nature’s Pictures.

E sight a steamer on our leeward side. A passing vessel is a great excitement on an ocean voyage. From the time when she first appears, a tiny speck on the distant horizon, every one is on deck watching her as she slowly climbs into full view, then draws nearer and nearer to our floating palace. How companionable she seems in the vast waste around us. We wonder to which line she belongs; what is her name; her speed, and whither she is bound: and now that she is within hailing distance, we await eagerly the result of the usual interchange of questions and answers by means of small flags and a certain code of signals, well understood throughout the nautical world. The following are some of the questions asked: “To what line do you belong?” “What is your port?” “Have you seen any icebergs?” “Met any wrecks?” “Are you a tramp?” and so on, until both sides are satisfied, then away she speeds on her course, while the passengers and sailors on both ships gaze at one another through their glasses until they are lost in the distance. The excitement is over, and we all return to our former occupations, or stand looking idly out to sea until once more there is a cry: “A sail! A sail!” and we begin to hope that she too is coming our way. Straining our eyes through the powerful field-glasses, we perceive that she is coming toward us, and will probably cross our line. Larger and larger she appears as she steadily advances, until she attracts the attention of every one on deck. She is now quite close to us, and proves to be a Barkentine under full sail. We shout a greeting to the crew, and wave our handkerchiefs as she passes, and the sailors smile in return and take off their caps.