¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 1 Dinner over, we again entered our carriage and pushed for Homburg, going through several little villages, one of which was the considerable town of Oberursel, a station on the Homburg and Frankfurt Railway, where “Mrs Lincolns” son is now attending school.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Such wide, smooth, white, turnpike roads, through so thoroughly a cultivated land, and passing through so many little sleepy villages, gave a charming variety to our days ride. All the time surrounded by high hazy mountain peaks.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 23rd This morning we were awakened by a fine chorus of masculine voices. We rush to our windows, and see several companies of recruits marching towards the Barracks. They had marched 9 miles, from Frankfurt, in a variety of country styled dresses, mostly with the blue blouse, but all cheerfull.[sic] The gorgeous Prussian uniform will soon make fine soldiers of them.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 25th At half past nine this A.M. I went up onto main street to do a little shopping and was just in time to see the development of an ^^un^ usual site for ^an^ American. Half a dozen men were seen to emerge from a side street, each one carrying a bundle of well worn poles say ten feet long resembling our beanpoles. In a few minutes the number greatly increased. Whereupon I sought an explanation.
¶ 7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 The number of pole bearers in less than an hour had quietly increased to nearly 300 standing along the gutters indifferently , as though they were accustomed to it. Soon I noticed a commotion- A crowd were [sic] coming down street in each gutter. A policeman