¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 On the Danube of some commercial activity and about the head of navigation. The depot is a long and large building of good architecture, but much less cheerful within than its exterior indicates- In the Great market square the “column of the trinity” is quite an imposing pile-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 We do not patronise [sic] their miserable smokey [sic] Depot eating room because our experiences have taught us to avoid them. We much more enjoy the cold chicken and Biscuits brought with us
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 I have never yet found a depot saloon, that would verify the Eulogium given them by our humorist “Mark Twain”. Thence through Wals a village of 5000, where died Maximillian 1st and Prince Charles of Loraine the Savior of Vienna- through a beautiful rolling country like an ornamental garden, now without foliage but verdant with fall sowing- The pumps are all tied up in straw for Winter-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Our train is painfully slow, stopping several minutes every few miles. At 7:40 P.M. We reach ^the^ large elegant Depot of Salzburg, and as usual the very early rising has given Anna a day of sickheadache, so that she can scarcely hold up her head to reach the Hotel a few rods away.