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2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 not quite as full of tobacco smoke as the stations generally, but still
having a disagreeable mixture of odors-

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 At the first station west of Swendorf we were happily surprised
to be saluted by Mr. J. Gordon, Wife, Daughter and son of Cleveland, the
first we had seen of them in Europe, except the son Charles, whom we met at
Berlin-   They were on their way from Tiplitz to Nuremberg.
When within about two hours ride from Nuremberg we entered a
series of valleys with the most charming landscapes that ever I
beheld,          much of the time we were traversing elevated grounds
looking down into the valleys, adding greatly to the extent and
variety.        and here we see more Hops than usual.  Hundereds of
acres, on tall slim poles.   The teutonic appetite for beer explains
their use.            At a small station two jolly natives
with porous red noses large moustaches and capacious beer tanks meet and
salute with Kisses,   first one Kisses the cheek, then holds still for the other
to kiss his cheek.      I had frequently heard our family speak of it
but had not seen it before myself-

4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 At 730 PM we reached Nuremberg (spelled Nurmberg by the Germans)
left our luggage at the station and hastened to the Hotel with the
hand baggage,    through crooked uneven streets, past antique houses
across the old moat, through the tower entrance of the old fortification wall
down through old streets, across an ancient bridge into the court of the
“Bayerischen Hof” Bavarian Hotel, beside the muddy river, flowing
sluggishly under multitudes of old stone bridges and arches, narrow,
looking like a ravine with perpendicular cliffs, so compactly were the
high walls of the antique houses built up to, and overhanging the river,
so various in size, highth and shades of antiquity-

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