A Tramp Abroad E-Book

Mark Twain

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An unforgettable classic from the legendary and beloved American author, Mark Twain.

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A Tramp Abroad

by Mark Twain

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I A Tramp over Europe--On the

Holsatia--Hamburg--Frankfort-on-the- Main--How it Won its Name--A Lesson

in Political Economy--Neatness in Dress--Rhine Legends--“The Knave

of Bergen” The Famous Ball--The Strange Knight--Dancing with the

Queen--Removal of the Masks--The Disclosure--Wrath of the Emperor--The

Ending

CHAPTER II At Heidelberg--Great Stir at a Hotel--The Portier--Arrival

of the Empress--The Schloss Hotel--Location of Heidelberg--The River

Neckar--New Feature in a Hotel--Heidelberg Castle--View from the

Hotel--A Tramp in the Woods--Meeting a Raven--Can Ravens Talk?--Laughed

at and Vanquished--Language of Animals--Jim Baker--Blue-Jays

CHAPTER III Baker's Blue-Jay Yarn--Jay Language--The Cabin--“Hello, I

reckon I've struck something”--A Knot Hole--Attempt to fill it--A Ton

of Acorns--Friends Called In--A Great Mystery--More Jays called A Blue

Flush--A Discovery--A Rich Joke--One that Couldn't See It

CHAPTER IV Student Life--The Five Corps--The Beet King--A Free

Life--Attending Lectures--An Immense Audience--Industrious

Students--Politeness of the Students--Intercourse with the Professors

Scenes at the Castle Garden--Abundance of Dogs--Symbol of Blighted

Love--How the Ladies Advertise

CHAPTER V The Students' Dueling Ground--The Dueling Room--The Sword

Grinder--Frequency of the Duels--The Duelists--Protection against

Injury--The Surgeon--Arrangements for the Duels--The First

Duel--The First Wound--A Drawn Battle--The Second Duel--Cutting and

Slashing--Interference of the Surgeon

CHAPTER VI The Third Duel--A Sickening Spectacle--Dinner between

Fights--The Last Duel--Fighting in Earnest--Faces and Heads

Mutilated--Great Nerve of the Duelists--Fatal Results not

Infrequent--The World's View of these Fights

CHAPTER VII Corps--laws and Usages--Volunteering to Fight--Coolness

of the Wounded--Wounds Honorable--Newly bandaged Students around

Heidelberg--Scarred Faces Abundant--A Badge of Honor--Prince Bismark

as a Duelist--Statistics--Constant Sword Practice--Color of the

Corps--Corps Etiquette

CHAPTER I

[The Knighted Knave of Bergen]

One day it occurred to me that it had been many years since the world

had been afforded the spectacle of a man adventurous enough to undertake

a journey through Europe on foot. After much thought, I decided that

I was a person fitted to furnish to mankind this spectacle. So I

determined to do it. This was in March, 1878.

I looked about me for the right sort of person to accompany me in the

capacity of agent, and finally hired a Mr. Harris for this service.

It was also my purpose to study art while in Europe. Mr. Harris was in

sympathy with me in this. He was as much of an enthusiast in art as

I was, and not less anxious to learn to paint. I desired to learn the

German language; so did Harris.

Toward the middle of April we sailed in the HOLSATIA, Captain Brandt,

and had a very pleasant trip, indeed.

After a brief rest at Hamburg, we made preparations for a long

pedestrian trip southward in the soft spring weather, but at the

last moment we changed the program, for private reasons, and took the

express-train.

We made a short halt at Frankfort-on-the-Main, and found it an

interesting city. I would have liked to visit the birthplace of

Gutenburg, but it could not be done, as no memorandum of the site of the

house has been kept. So we spent an hour in the Goethe mansion instead.

The city permits this house to belong to private parties, instead

of gracing and dignifying herself with the honor of possessing and

protecting it.

Frankfort is one of the sixteen cities which have the distinction of

being the place where the following incident occurred. Charlemagne,

while chasing the Saxons (as HE said), or being chased by them (as THEY

said), arrived at the bank of the river at dawn, in a fog. The enemy

were either before him or behind him; but in any case he wanted to get

across, very badly. He would have given anything for a guide, but none

was to be had. Presently he saw a deer, followed by her young, approach

the water. He watched her, judging that she would seek a ford, and he

was right. She waded over, and the army followed. So a great Frankish

victory or defeat was gained or avoided; and in order to commemorate the

episode, Charlemagne commanded a city to be built there, which he named

Frankfort--the ford of the Franks. None of the other cities where this

event happened were named for it. This is good evidence that Frankfort

was the first place it occurred at.

Frankfort has another distinction--it is the birthplace of the German

alphabet; or at least of the German word for alphabet --BUCHSTABEN.

They say that the first movable types were made on birch

sticks--BUCHSTABE--hence the name.

I was taught a lesson in political economy in Frankfort. I had brought

from home a box containing a thousand very cheap cigars. By way of

experiment, I stepped into a little shop in a queer old back street,

took four gaily decorated boxes of wax matches and three cigars, and

laid down a silver piece worth 48 cents. The man gave me 43 cents

change.

In Frankfort everybody wears clean clothes, and I think we noticed that

this strange thing was the case in Hamburg, too, and in the villages

along the road. Even in the narrowest and poorest and most ancient

quarters of Frankfort neat and clean clothes were the rule. The little

children of both sexes were nearly always nice enough to take into a

body's lap. And as for the uniforms of the soldiers, they were newness

and brightness carried to perfection. One could never detect a smirch

or a grain of dust upon them. The street-car conductors and drivers wore

pretty uniforms which seemed to be just out of the bandbox, and their

manners were as fine as their clothes.

In one of the shops I had the luck to stumble upon a book which has

charmed me nearly to death. It is entitled THE LEGENDS OF THE RHINE FROM

BASLE TO ROTTERDAM, by F. J. Kiefer; translated by L. W. Garnham, B.A.

All tourists MENTION the Rhine legends--in that sort of way which

quietly pretends that the mentioner has been familiar with them all his

life, and that the reader cannot possibly be ignorant of them--but no

tourist ever TELLS them. So this little book fed me in a very hungry

place; and I, in my turn, intend to feed my reader, with one or

two little lunches from the same larder. I shall not mar Garnham's

translation by meddling with its English; for the most toothsome thing

about it is its quaint fashion of building English sentences on the

German plan--and punctuating them accordingly to no plan at all.

In the chapter devoted to “Legends of Frankfort,” I find the following:

“THE KNAVE OF BERGEN” “In Frankfort at the Romer was a great mask-ball,

at the coronation festival, and in the illuminated saloon, the clanging

music invited to dance, and splendidly appeared the rich toilets and

charms of the ladies, and the festively costumed Princes and Knights.

All seemed pleasure, joy, and roguish gaiety, only one of the numerous

guests had a gloomy exterior; but exactly the black armor in which he

walked about excited general attention, and his tall figure, as well as

the noble propriety of his movements, attracted especially the regards

of the ladies.

Who the Knight was? Nobody could guess, for his Vizier was well closed,

and nothing made him recognizable. Proud and yet modest he advanced to

the Empress; bowed on one knee before her seat, and begged for the favor

of a waltz with the Queen of the festival. And she allowed his request.

With light and graceful steps he danced through the long saloon, with

the sovereign who thought never to have found a more dexterous and

excellent dancer. But also by the grace of his manner, and fine

conversation he knew to win the Queen, and she graciously accorded him

a second dance for which he begged, a third, and a fourth, as well as

others were not refused him. How all regarded the happy dancer, how

many envied him the high favor; how increased curiosity, who the masked

knight could be.

“Also the Emperor became more and more excited with curiosity, and with

great suspense one awaited the hour, when according to mask-law, each

masked guest must make himself known. This moment came, but although all

other unmasked; the secret knight still refused to allow his features

to be seen, till at last the Queen driven by curiosity, and vexed at the

obstinate refusal; commanded him to open his Vizier.

He opened it, and none of the high ladies and knights knew him. But from

the crowded spectators, 2 officials advanced, who recognized the black

dancer, and horror and terror spread in the saloon, as they said who the

supposed knight was. It was the executioner of Bergen. But glowing with

rage, the King commanded to seize the criminal and lead him to death,

who had ventured to dance, with the queen; so disgraced the Empress,

and insulted the crown. The culpable threw himself at the Emperor, and

said--

“'Indeed I have heavily sinned against all noble guests assembled here,

but most heavily against you my sovereign and my queen. The Queen is

insulted by my haughtiness equal to treason, but no punishment even

blood, will not be able to wash out the disgrace, which you have

suffered by me. Therefore oh King! allow me to propose a remedy, to

efface the shame, and to render it as if not done. Draw your sword and

knight me, then I will throw down my gauntlet, to everyone who dares to

speak disrespectfully of my king.'

“The Emperor was surprised at this bold proposal, however it appeared

the wisest to him; 'You are a knave,' he replied after a moment's

consideration, 'however your advice is good, and displays prudence, as

your offense shows adventurous courage. Well then,' and gave him the

knight-stroke 'so I raise you to nobility, who begged for grace for your

offense now kneels before me, rise as knight; knavish you have acted,

and Knave of Bergen shall you be called henceforth,' and gladly the

Black knight rose; three cheers were given in honor of the Emperor, and

loud cries of joy testified the approbation with which the Queen danced

still once with the Knave of Bergen.”

CHAPTER II

Heidelberg

[Landing a Monarch at Heidelberg]

We stopped at a hotel by the railway-station. Next morning, as we sat in

my room waiting for breakfast to come up, we got a good deal interested

in something which was going on over the way, in front of another hotel.

First, the personage who is called the PORTIER (who is not the PORTER,

but is a sort of first-mate of a hotel) [1. See Appendix A] appeared

at the door in a spick-and-span new blue cloth uniform, decorated with

shining brass buttons, and with bands of gold lace around his cap and

wristbands; and he wore white gloves, too.

He shed an official glance upon the situation, and then began to give

orders. Two women-servants came out with pails and brooms and brushes,

and gave the sidewalk a thorough scrubbing; meanwhile two others

scrubbed the four marble steps which led up to the door; beyond these we

could see some men-servants taking up the carpet of the grand staircase.

This carpet was carried away and the last grain of dust beaten and

banged and swept out of it; then brought back and put down again. The

brass stair-rods received an exhaustive polishing and were returned to

their places. Now a troop of servants brought pots and tubs of blooming

plants and formed them into a beautiful jungle about the door and the

base of the staircase. Other servants adorned all the balconies of the

various stories with flowers and banners; others ascended to the

roof and hoisted a great flag on a staff there. Now came some more

chamber-maids and retouched the sidewalk, and afterward wiped the marble

steps with damp cloths and finished by dusting them off with feather

brushes. Now a broad black carpet was brought out and laid down the

marble steps and out across the sidewalk to the curbstone. The PORTIER

cast his eye along it, and found it was not absolutely straight; he

commanded it to be straightened; the servants made the effort--made

several efforts, in fact--but the PORTIER was not satisfied. He finally

had it taken up, and then he put it down himself and got it right.

At this stage of the proceedings, a narrow bright red carpet was

unrolled and stretched from the top of the marble steps to the

curbstone, along the center of the black carpet. This red path cost the

PORTIER more trouble than even the black one had done. But he patiently

fixed and refixed it until it was exactly right and lay precisely in the

middle of the black carpet. In New York these performances would have

gathered a mighty crowd of curious and intensely interested spectators;

but here it only captured an audience of half a dozen little boys who

stood in a row across the pavement, some with their school-knapsacks on

their backs and their hands in their pockets, others with arms full of

bundles, and all absorbed in the show. Occasionally one of them skipped

irreverently over the carpet and took up a position on the other side.

This always visibly annoyed the PORTIER.

Now came a waiting interval. The landlord, in plain clothes, and

bareheaded, placed himself on the bottom marble step, abreast the

PORTIER, who stood on the other end of the same steps; six or eight

waiters, gloved, bareheaded, and wearing their whitest linen, their

whitest cravats, and their finest swallow-tails, grouped themselves

about these chiefs, but leaving the carpetway clear. Nobody moved or

spoke any more but only waited.

In a short time the shrill piping of a coming train was heard, and

immediately groups of people began to gather in the street. Two or three

open carriages arrived, and deposited some maids of honor and some male

officials at the hotel. Presently another open carriage brought the

Grand Duke of Baden, a stately man in uniform, who wore the handsome

brass-mounted, steel-spiked helmet of the army on his head. Last came

the Empress of Germany and the Grand Duchess of Baden in a closed

carriage; these passed through the low-bowing groups of servants and

disappeared in the hotel, exhibiting to us only the backs of their

heads, and then the show was over.

It appears to be as difficult to land a monarch as it is to launch a

ship.

But as to Heidelberg. The weather was growing pretty warm,--very warm,

in fact. So we left the valley and took quarters at the Schloss Hotel,

on the hill, above the Castle.

Heidelberg lies at the mouth of a narrow gorge--a gorge the shape of

a shepherd's crook; if one looks up it he perceives that it is about

straight, for a mile and a half, then makes a sharp curve to the

right and disappears. This gorge--along whose bottom pours the swift

Neckar--is confined between (or cloven through) a couple of long, steep

ridges, a thousand feet high and densely wooded clear to their summits,

with the exception of one section which has been shaved and put under

cultivation. These ridges are chopped off at the mouth of the gorge

and form two bold and conspicuous headlands, with Heidelberg nestling

between them; from their bases spreads away the vast dim expanse of the

Rhine valley, and into this expanse the Neckar goes wandering in shining

curves and is presently lost to view.

Now if one turns and looks up the gorge once more, he will see the

Schloss Hotel on the right perched on a precipice overlooking the

Neckar--a precipice which is so sumptuously cushioned and draped with

foliage that no glimpse of the rock appears. The building seems very

airily situated. It has the appearance of being on a shelf half-way

up the wooded mountainside; and as it is remote and isolated, and very

white, it makes a strong mark against the lofty leafy rampart at its

back.

This hotel had a feature which was a decided novelty, and one which

might be adopted with advantage by any house which is perched in a

commanding situation. This feature may be described as a series of

glass-enclosed parlors CLINGING TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE, one against

each and every bed-chamber and drawing-room. They are like long, narrow,

high-ceiled bird-cages hung against the building. My room was a corner

room, and had two of these things, a north one and a west one.

From the north cage one looks up the Neckar gorge; from the west one he

looks down it. This last affords the most extensive view, and it is one

of the loveliest that can be imagined, too. Out of a billowy upheaval

of vivid green foliage, a rifle-shot removed, rises the huge ruin

of Heidelberg Castle, [2. See Appendix B] with empty window arches,

ivy-mailed battlements, moldering towers--the Lear of inanimate

nature--deserted, discrowned, beaten by the storms, but royal still,

and beautiful. It is a fine sight to see the evening sunlight suddenly

strike the leafy declivity at the Castle's base and dash up it and

drench it as with a luminous spray, while the adjacent groves are in

deep shadow.

Behind the Castle swells a great dome-shaped hill, forest-clad, and

beyond that a nobler and loftier one. The Castle looks down upon the

compact brown-roofed town; and from the town two picturesque old bridges

span the river. Now the view broadens; through the gateway of the

sentinel headlands you gaze out over the wide Rhine plain, which

stretches away, softly and richly tinted, grows gradually and dreamily

indistinct, and finally melts imperceptibly into the remote horizon.

I have never enjoyed a view which had such a serene and satisfying charm

about it as this one gives.

The first night we were there, we went to bed and to sleep early; but

I awoke at the end of two or three hours, and lay a comfortable while

listening to the soothing patter of the rain against the balcony

windows. I took it to be rain, but it turned out to be only the murmur

of the restless Neckar, tumbling over her dikes and dams far below, in

the gorge. I got up and went into the west balcony and saw a wonderful

sight. Away down on the level under the black mass of the Castle, the

town lay, stretched along the river, its intricate cobweb of streets

jeweled with twinkling lights; there were rows of lights on the bridges;

these flung lances of light upon the water, in the black shadows of the

arches; and away at the extremity of all this fairy spectacle blinked

and glowed a massed multitude of gas-jets which seemed to cover acres of

ground; it was as if all the diamonds in the world had been spread

out there. I did not know before, that a half-mile of sextuple

railway-tracks could be made such an adornment.

One thinks Heidelberg by day--with its surroundings--is the last

possibility of the beautiful; but when he sees Heidelberg by night, a

fallen Milky Way, with that glittering railway constellation pinned to

the border, he requires time to consider upon the verdict.

One never tires of poking about in the dense woods that clothe all

these lofty Neckar hills to their tops. The great deeps of a boundless

forest have a beguiling and impressive charm in any country; but German

legends and fairy tales have given these an added charm. They have

peopled all that region with gnomes, and dwarfs, and all sorts of

mysterious and uncanny creatures. At the time I am writing of, I had

been reading so much of this literature that sometimes I was not sure

but I was beginning to believe in the gnomes and fairies as realities.

One afternoon I got lost in the woods about a mile from the hotel, and

presently fell into a train of dreamy thought about animals which talk,

and kobolds, and enchanted folk, and the rest of the pleasant legendary

stuff; and so, by stimulating my fancy, I finally got to imagining I

glimpsed small flitting shapes here and there down the columned

aisles of the forest. It was a place which was peculiarly meet for the

occasion. It was a pine wood, with so thick and soft a carpet of brown

needles that one's footfall made no more sound than if he were treading

on wool; the tree-trunks were as round and straight and smooth as

pillars, and stood close together; they were bare of branches to a point

about twenty-five feet above-ground, and from there upward so thick with

boughs that not a ray of sunlight could pierce through. The world was

bright with sunshine outside, but a deep and mellow twilight reigned in

there, and also a deep silence so profound that I seemed to hear my own

breathings.

When I had stood ten minutes, thinking and imagining, and getting

my spirit in tune with the place, and in the right mood to enjoy the

supernatural, a raven suddenly uttered a horse croak over my head. It

made me start; and then I was angry because I started. I looked up, and

the creature was sitting on a limb right over me, looking down at me.

I felt something of the same sense of humiliation and injury which

one feels when he finds that a human stranger has been clandestinely

inspecting him in his privacy and mentally commenting upon him. I eyed

the raven, and the raven eyed me. Nothing was said during some seconds.

Then the bird stepped a little way along his limb to get a better point

of observation, lifted his wings, stuck his head far down below his

shoulders toward me and croaked again--a croak with a distinctly

insulting expression about it. If he had spoken in English he could not

have said any more plainly than he did say in raven, “Well, what do YOU

want here?” I felt as foolish as if I had been caught in some mean act

by a responsible being, and reproved for it. However, I made no reply;

I would not bandy words with a raven. The adversary waited a while, with

his shoulders still lifted, his head thrust down between them, and

his keen bright eye fixed on me; then he threw out two or three more

insults, which I could not understand, further than that I knew a

portion of them consisted of language not used in church.

I still made no reply. Now the adversary raised his head and

called. There was an answering croak from a little distance in the

wood--evidently a croak of inquiry. The adversary explained with

enthusiasm, and the other raven dropped everything and came. The two sat

side by side on the limb and discussed me as freely and offensively as

two great naturalists might discuss a new kind of bug. The thing became

more and more embarrassing. They called in another friend. This was too

much. I saw that they had the advantage of me, and so I concluded to get

out of the scrape by walking out of it. They enjoyed my defeat as much

as any low white people could have done. They craned their necks and

laughed at me (for a raven CAN laugh, just like a man), they squalled

insulting remarks after me as long as they could see me. They were

nothing but ravens--I knew that--what they thought of me could be a

matter of no consequence--and yet when even a raven shouts after you,

“What a hat!” “Oh, pull down your vest!” and that sort of thing, it

hurts you and humiliates you, and there is no getting around it with

fine reasoning and pretty arguments.

Animals talk to each other, of course. There can be no question about

that; but I suppose there are very few people who can understand them.

I never knew but one man who could. I knew he could, however, because he

told me so himself. He was a middle-aged, simple-hearted miner who had

lived in a lonely corner of California, among the woods and mountains,

a good many years, and had studied the ways of his only neighbors, the

beasts and the birds, until he believed he could accurately translate

any remark which they made. This was Jim Baker. According to Jim Baker,

some animals have only a limited education, and some use only simple

words, and scarcely ever a comparison or a flowery figure; whereas,

certain other animals have a large vocabulary, a fine command of

language and a ready and fluent delivery; consequently these latter talk

a great deal; they like it; they are so conscious of their talent,

and they enjoy “showing off.” Baker said, that after long and careful

observation, he had come to the conclusion that the bluejays were the

best talkers he had found among birds and beasts. Said he:

“There's more TO a bluejay than any other creature. He has got more

moods, and more different kinds of feelings than other creatures; and,

mind you, whatever a bluejay feels, he can put into language. And

no mere commonplace language, either, but rattling, out-and-out

book-talk--and bristling with metaphor, too--just bristling! And as for

command of language--why YOU never see a bluejay get stuck for a word.

No man ever did. They just boil out of him! And another thing: I've

noticed a good deal, and there's no bird, or cow, or anything that uses

as good grammar as a bluejay. You may say a cat uses good grammar. Well,

a cat does--but you let a cat get excited once; you let a cat get to

pulling fur with another cat on a shed, nights, and you'll hear grammar

that will give you the lockjaw. Ignorant people think it's the NOISE

which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain't so; it's

the sickening grammar they use. Now I've never heard a jay use bad

grammar but very seldom; and when they do, they are as ashamed as a

human; they shut right down and leave.

“You may call a jay a bird. Well, so he is, in a measure--but he's got

feathers on him, and don't belong to no church, perhaps; but otherwise

he is just as much human as you be. And I'll tell you for why. A jay's

gifts, and instincts, and feelings, and interests, cover the whole

ground. A jay hasn't got any more principle than a Congressman. A jay

will lie, a jay will steal, a jay will deceive, a jay will betray; and

four times out of five, a jay will go back on his solemnest promise. The

sacredness of an obligation is such a thing which you can't cram into

no bluejay's head. Now, on top of all this, there's another thing; a

jay can out-swear any gentleman in the mines. You think a cat can swear.

Well, a cat can; but you give a bluejay a subject that calls for his

reserve-powers, and where is your cat? Don't talk to ME--I know too much

about this thing; in the one little particular of scolding--just good,

clean, out-and-out scolding--a bluejay can lay over anything, human or

divine. Yes, sir, a jay is everything that a man is. A jay can cry,

a jay can laugh, a jay can feel shame, a jay can reason and plan and

discuss, a jay likes gossip and scandal, a jay has got a sense of humor,

a jay knows when he is an ass just as well as you do--maybe better. If

a jay ain't human, he better take in his sign, that's all. Now I'm going

to tell you a perfectly true fact about some bluejays.”

CHAPTER III

Baker's Bluejay Yarn

[What Stumped the Blue Jays]

“When I first begun to understand jay language correctly, there was a

little incident happened here. Seven years ago, the last man in this

region but me moved away. There stands his house--been empty ever since;

a log house, with a plank roof--just one big room, and no more; no

ceiling--nothing between the rafters and the floor. Well, one Sunday

morning I was sitting out here in front of my cabin, with my cat, taking

the sun, and looking at the blue hills, and listening to the leaves

rustling so lonely in the trees, and thinking of the home away yonder in

the states, that I hadn't heard from in thirteen years, when a bluejay

lit on that house, with an acorn in his mouth, and says, 'Hello, I

reckon I've struck something.' When he spoke, the acorn dropped out of

his mouth and rolled down the roof, of course, but he didn't care; his

mind was all on the thing he had struck. It was a knot-hole in the roof.

He cocked his head to one side, shut one eye and put the other one to

the hole, like a possum looking down a jug; then he glanced up with

his bright eyes, gave a wink or two with his wings--which signifies

gratification, you understand--and says, 'It looks like a hole, it's

located like a hole--blamed if I don't believe it IS a hole!'

“Then he cocked his head down and took another look; he glances up

perfectly joyful, this time; winks his wings and his tail both, and

says, 'Oh, no, this ain't no fat thing, I reckon! If I ain't in luck!

--Why it's a perfectly elegant hole!' So he flew down and got that

acorn, and fetched it up and dropped it in, and was just tilting his

head back, with the heavenliest smile on his face, when all of a

sudden he was paralyzed into a listening attitude and that smile faded

gradually out of his countenance like breath off'n a razor, and the

queerest look of surprise took its place. Then he says, 'Why, I didn't

hear it fall!' He cocked his eye at the hole again, and took a long

look; raised up and shook his head; stepped around to the other side of

the hole and took another look from that side; shook his head again. He

studied a while, then he just went into the Details--walked round and

round the hole and spied into it from every point of the compass.

No use. Now he took a thinking attitude on the comb of the roof and

scratched the back of his head with his right foot a minute, and finally

says, 'Well, it's too many for ME, that's certain; must be a mighty long

hole; however, I ain't got no time to fool around here, I got to “tend

to business”; I reckon it's all right--chance it, anyway.'

“So he flew off and fetched another acorn and dropped it in, and tried

to flirt his eye to the hole quick enough to see what become of it,

but he was too late. He held his eye there as much as a minute; then he

raised up and sighed, and says, 'Confound it, I don't seem to understand

this thing, no way; however, I'll tackle her again.' He fetched

another acorn, and done his level best to see what become of it, but he

couldn't. He says, 'Well, I never struck no such a hole as this before;

I'm of the opinion it's a totally new kind of a hole.' Then he begun

to get mad. He held in for a spell, walking up and down the comb of the

roof and shaking his head and muttering to himself; but his feelings got

the upper hand of him, presently, and he broke loose and cussed himself

black in the face. I never see a bird take on so about a little thing.

When he got through he walks to the hole and looks in again for half a

minute; then he says, 'Well, you're a long hole, and a deep hole, and

a mighty singular hole altogether--but I've started in to fill you, and

I'm damned if I DON'T fill you, if it takes a hundred years!'

“And with that, away he went. You never see a bird work so since you was

born. He laid into his work like a nigger, and the way he hove acorns

into that hole for about two hours and a half was one of the most

exciting and astonishing spectacles I ever struck. He never stopped to

take a look anymore--he just hove 'em in and went for more. Well, at

last he could hardly flop his wings, he was so tuckered out. He comes

a-dropping down, once more, sweating like an ice-pitcher, dropped his

acorn in and says, 'NOW I guess I've got the bulge on you by this time!'

So he bent down for a look. If you'll believe me, when his head come up

again he was just pale with rage. He says, 'I've shoveled acorns enough

in there to keep the family thirty years, and if I can see a sign of one

of 'em I wish I may land in a museum with a belly full of sawdust in two

minutes!'

“He just had strength enough to crawl up on to the comb and lean his

back agin the chimbly, and then he collected his impressions and

begun to free his mind. I see in a second that what I had mistook for

profanity in the mines was only just the rudiments, as you may say.

“Another jay was going by, and heard him doing his devotions, and stops

to inquire what was up. The sufferer told him the whole circumstance,

and says, 'Now yonder's the hole, and if you don't believe me, go and

look for yourself.' So this fellow went and looked, and comes back and

says, 'How many did you say you put in there?' 'Not any less than

two tons,' says the sufferer. The other jay went and looked again. He

couldn't seem to make it out, so he raised a yell, and three more jays

come. They all examined the hole, they all made the sufferer tell

it over again, then they all discussed it, and got off as many

leather-headed opinions about it as an average crowd of humans could

have done.

“They called in more jays; then more and more, till pretty soon this

whole region 'peared to have a blue flush about it. There must have been

five thousand of them; and such another jawing and disputing and ripping

and cussing, you never heard. Every jay in the whole lot put his eye to

the hole and delivered a more chuckle-headed opinion about the mystery

than the jay that went there before him. They examined the house all

over, too. The door was standing half open, and at last one old jay

happened to go and light on it and look in. Of course, that knocked the

mystery galley-west in a second. There lay the acorns, scattered all

over the floor.. He flopped his wings and raised a whoop. 'Come here!'

he says, 'Come here, everybody; hang'd if this fool hasn't been trying

to fill up a house with acorns!' They all came a-swooping down like a

blue cloud, and as each fellow lit on the door and took a glance, the

whole absurdity of the contract that that first jay had tackled hit him

home and he fell over backward suffocating with laughter, and the next

jay took his place and done the same.

“Well, sir, they roosted around here on the housetop and the trees for

an hour, and guffawed over that thing like human beings. It ain't any

use to tell me a bluejay hasn't got a sense of humor, because I know

better. And memory, too. They brought jays here from all over the United

States to look down that hole, every summer for three years. Other

birds, too. And they could all see the point except an owl that come

from Nova Scotia to visit the Yo Semite, and he took this thing in on

his way back. He said he couldn't see anything funny in it. But then he

was a good deal disappointed about Yo Semite, too.”

CHAPTER IV

Student Life

[The Laborious Beer King]

The summer semester was in full tide; consequently the most frequent

figure in and about Heidelberg was the student. Most of the students

were Germans, of course, but the representatives of foreign lands

were very numerous. They hailed from every corner of the globe--for

instruction is cheap in Heidelberg, and so is living, too. The

Anglo-American Club, composed of British and American students, had

twenty-five members, and there was still much material left to draw

from.

Nine-tenths of the Heidelberg students wore no badge or uniform;

the other tenth wore caps of various colors, and belonged to social

organizations called “corps.” There were five corps, each with a color

of its own; there were white caps, blue caps, and red, yellow, and green

ones. The famous duel-fighting is confined to the “corps” boys. The

“KNEIP” seems to be a specialty of theirs, too. Kneips are held, now and

then, to celebrate great occasions, like the election of a beer king,

for instance. The solemnity is simple; the five corps assemble at night,

and at a signal they all fall loading themselves with beer, out

of pint-mugs, as fast as possible, and each man keeps his own

count--usually by laying aside a lucifer match for each mug he empties.

The election is soon decided. When the candidates can hold no more, a

count is instituted and the one who has drank the greatest number of

pints is proclaimed king. I was told that the last beer king elected

by the corps--or by his own capabilities--emptied his mug seventy-five

times. No stomach could hold all that quantity at one time, of

course--but there are ways of frequently creating a vacuum, which those

who have been much at sea will understand.

One sees so many students abroad at all hours, that he presently begins

to wonder if they ever have any working-hours. Some of them have, some

of them haven't. Each can choose for himself whether he will work or

play; for German university life is a very free life; it seems to have

no restraints. The student does not live in the college buildings, but

hires his own lodgings, in any locality he prefers, and he takes his

meals when and where he pleases. He goes to bed when it suits him, and

does not get up at all unless he wants to. He is not entered at the

university for any particular length of time; so he is likely to change

about. He passes no examinations upon entering college. He merely pays

a trifling fee of five or ten dollars, receives a card entitling him to

the privileges of the university, and that is the end of it. He is now

ready for business--or play, as he shall prefer. If he elects to

work, he finds a large list of lectures to choose from. He selects the

subjects which he will study, and enters his name for these studies; but

he can skip attendance.

The result of this system is, that lecture-courses upon specialties

of an unusual nature are often delivered to very slim audiences,

while those upon more practical and every-day matters of education are

delivered to very large ones. I heard of one case where, day after day,

the lecturer's audience consisted of three students--and always the

same three. But one day two of them remained away. The lecturer began as

usual--

“Gentlemen,” --then, without a smile, he corrected himself, saying--

“Sir,” --and went on with his discourse.

It is said that the vast majority of the Heidelberg students are hard

workers, and make the most of their opportunities; that they have

no surplus means to spend in dissipation, and no time to spare for

frolicking. One lecture follows right on the heels of another, with very

little time for the student to get out of one hall and into the next;

but the industrious ones manage it by going on a trot. The professors

assist them in the saving of their time by being promptly in their

little boxed-up pulpits when the hours strike, and as promptly out again

when the hour finishes. I entered an empty lecture-room one day just

before the clock struck. The place had simple, unpainted pine desks and

benches for about two hundred persons.

About a minute before the clock struck, a hundred and fifty students

swarmed in, rushed to their seats, immediately spread open their

notebooks and dipped their pens in ink. When the clock began to strike,

a burly professor entered, was received with a round of applause, moved

swiftly down the center aisle, said “Gentlemen,” and began to talk as he

climbed his pulpit steps; and by the time he had arrived in his box and

faced his audience, his lecture was well under way and all the pens were

going. He had no notes, he talked with prodigious rapidity and

energy for an hour--then the students began to remind him in certain

well-understood ways that his time was up; he seized his hat, still

talking, proceeded swiftly down his pulpit steps, got out the last word

of his discourse as he struck the floor; everybody rose respectfully,

and he swept rapidly down the aisle and disappeared. An instant rush for

some other lecture-room followed, and in a minute I was alone with the

empty benches once more.

Yes, without doubt, idle students are not the rule. Out of eight hundred

in the town, I knew the faces of only about fifty; but these I saw

everywhere, and daily. They walked about the streets and the wooded

hills, they drove in cabs, they boated on the river, they sipped beer

and coffee, afternoons, in the Schloss gardens. A good many of them wore

colored caps of the corps. They were finely and fashionably dressed,

their manners were quite superb, and they led an easy, careless,

comfortable life. If a dozen of them sat together and a lady or a

gentleman passed whom one of them knew and saluted, they all rose

to their feet and took off their caps. The members of a corps always

received a fellow-member in this way, too; but they paid no attention

to members of other corps; they did not seem to see them. This was not

a discourtesy; it was only a part of the elaborate and rigid corps

etiquette.

There seems to be no chilly distance existing between the German

students and the professor; but, on the contrary, a companionable

intercourse, the opposite of chilliness and reserve. When the professor

enters a beer-hall in the evening where students are gathered together,

these rise up and take off their caps, and invite the old gentleman to

sit with them and partake. He accepts, and the pleasant talk and the

beer flow for an hour or two, and by and by the professor, properly

charged and comfortable, gives a cordial good night, while the students

stand bowing and uncovered; and then he moves on his happy way homeward

with all his vast cargo of learning afloat in his hold. Nobody finds

fault or feels outraged; no harm has been done.

It seemed to be a part of corps etiquette to keep a dog or so, too.

I mean a corps dog--the common property of the organization, like the

corps steward or head servant; then there are other dogs, owned by

individuals.

On a summer afternoon in the Castle gardens, I have seen six students

march solemnly into the grounds, in single file, each carrying a bright

Chinese parasol and leading a prodigious dog by a string. It was a very

imposing spectacle. Sometimes there would be as many dogs around the

pavilion as students; and of all breeds and of all degrees of beauty and

ugliness. These dogs had a rather dry time of it; for they were tied

to the benches and had no amusement for an hour or two at a time except

what they could get out of pawing at the gnats, or trying to sleep and

not succeeding. However, they got a lump of sugar occasionally--they

were fond of that.

It seemed right and proper that students should indulge in dogs; but

everybody else had them, too--old men and young ones, old women and

nice young ladies. If there is one spectacle that is unpleasanter than

another, it is that of an elegantly dressed young lady towing a dog by a

string. It is said to be the sign and symbol of blighted love. It seems

to me that some other way of advertising it might be devised, which

would be just as conspicuous and yet not so trying to the proprieties.

It would be a mistake to suppose that the easy-going pleasure-seeking

student carries an empty head. Just the contrary. He has spent nine

years in the gymnasium, under a system which allowed him no freedom, but

vigorously compelled him to work like a slave. Consequently, he has left

the gymnasium with an education which is so extensive and complete, that

the most a university can do for it is to perfect some of its profounder

specialties. It is said that when a pupil leaves the gymnasium, he not

only has a comprehensive education, but he KNOWS what he knows--it is

not befogged with uncertainty, it is burnt into him so that it will

stay. For instance, he does not merely read and write Greek, but speaks

it; the same with the Latin. Foreign youth steer clear of the gymnasium;

its rules are too severe. They go to the university to put a mansard

roof on their whole general education; but the German student already

has his mansard roof, so he goes there to add a steeple in the nature of

some specialty, such as a particular branch of law, or diseases of the

eye, or special study of the ancient Gothic tongues. So this German

attends only the lectures which belong to the chosen branch, and drinks

his beer and tows his dog around and has a general good time the rest of

the day. He has been in rigid bondage so long that the large liberty

of the university life is just what he needs and likes and thoroughly

appreciates; and as it cannot last forever, he makes the most of it

while it does last, and so lays up a good rest against the day that must

see him put on the chains once more and enter the slavery of official or

professional life.

CHAPTER V

At the Students' Dueling-Ground

[Dueling by Wholesale]

One day in the interest of science my agent obtained permission to bring

me to the students' dueling-place. We crossed the river and drove up

the bank a few hundred yards, then turned to the left, entered a narrow

alley, followed it a hundred yards and arrived at a two-story public

house; we were acquainted with its outside aspect, for it was visible

from the hotel. We went upstairs and passed into a large whitewashed

apartment which was perhaps fifty feet long by thirty feet wide and

twenty or twenty-five high. It was a well-lighted place. There was no

carpet. Across one end and down both sides of the room extended a row of

tables, and at these tables some fifty or seventy-five students [1. See

Appendix C] were sitting.

Some of them were sipping wine, others were playing cards, others chess,

other groups were chatting together, and many were smoking cigarettes

while they waited for the coming duels. Nearly all of them wore colored

caps; there were white caps, green caps, blue caps, red caps, and

bright-yellow ones; so, all the five corps were present in strong

force. In the windows at the vacant end of the room stood six or eight,

narrow-bladed swords with large protecting guards for the hand, and

outside was a man at work sharpening others on a grindstone.

He understood his business; for when a sword left his hand one could

shave himself with it.

It was observable that the young gentlemen neither bowed to nor spoke

with students whose caps differed in color from their own. This did not

mean hostility, but only an armed neutrality. It was considered that

a person could strike harder in the duel, and with a more earnest

interest, if he had never been in a condition of comradeship with his

antagonist; therefore, comradeship between the corps was not permitted.

At intervals the presidents of the five corps have a cold official

intercourse with each other, but nothing further. For example, when the

regular dueling-day of one of the corps approaches, its president calls

for volunteers from among the membership to offer battle; three or more

respond--but there must not be less than three; the president lays their

names before the other presidents, with the request that they furnish

antagonists for these challengers from among their corps. This is

promptly done. It chanced that the present occasion was the battle-day

of the Red Cap Corps. They were the challengers, and certain caps of

other colors had volunteered to meet them. The students fight duels in

the room which I have described, TWO DAYS IN EVERY WEEK DURING SEVEN

AND A HALF OR EIGHT MONTHS IN EVERY YEAR. This custom had continued in

Germany two hundred and fifty years.

To return to my narrative. A student in a white cap met us and

introduced us to six or eight friends of his who also wore white caps,

and while we stood conversing, two strange-looking figures were led in

from another room. They were students panoplied for the duel. They were

bareheaded; their eyes were protected by iron goggles which projected an

inch or more, the leather straps of which bound their ears flat against

their heads were wound around and around with thick wrappings which

a sword could not cut through; from chin to ankle they were padded

thoroughly against injury; their arms were bandaged and rebandaged,

layer upon layer, until they looked like solid black logs. These weird

apparitions had been handsome youths, clad in fashionable attire,

fifteen minutes before, but now they did not resemble any beings one

ever sees unless in nightmares. They strode along, with their arms

projecting straight out from their bodies; they did not hold them out

themselves, but fellow-students walked beside them and gave the needed

support.

There was a rush for the vacant end of the room, now, and we followed

and got good places. The combatants were placed face to face, each with

several members of his own corps about him to assist; two seconds, well

padded, and with swords in their hands, took their stations; a student

belonging to neither of the opposing corps placed himself in a good

position to umpire the combat; another student stood by with a watch and

a memorandum-book to keep record of the time and the number and nature

of the wounds; a gray-haired surgeon was present with his lint, his

bandages, and his instruments.

After a moment's pause the duelists saluted the umpire respectfully,

then one after another the several officials stepped forward, gracefully

removed their caps and saluted him also, and returned to their places.

Everything was ready now; students stood crowded together in the

foreground, and others stood behind them on chairs and tables. Every

face was turned toward the center of attraction.

The combatants were watching each other with alert eyes; a perfect

stillness, a breathless interest reigned. I felt that I was going to

see some wary work. But not so. The instant the word was given, the two

apparitions sprang forward and began to rain blows down upon each other

with such lightning rapidity that I could not quite tell whether I saw

the swords or only flashes they made in the air; the rattling din of

these blows as they struck steel or paddings was something wonderfully

stirring, and they were struck with such terrific force that I could not

understand why the opposing sword was not beaten down under the assault.

Presently, in the midst of the sword-flashes, I saw a handful of hair

skip into the air as if it had lain loose on the victim's head and a

breath of wind had puffed it suddenly away.

The seconds cried “Halt!” and knocked up the combatants' swords with

their own. The duelists sat down; a student official stepped forward,

examined the wounded head and touched the place with a sponge once or

twice; the surgeon came and turned back the hair from the wound--and

revealed a crimson gash two or three inches long, and proceeded to bind

an oval piece of leather and a bunch of lint over it; the tally-keeper

stepped up and tallied one for the opposition in his book.

Then the duelists took position again; a small stream of blood was

flowing down the side of the injured man's head, and over his shoulder

and down his body to the floor, but he did not seem to mind this. The

word was given, and they plunged at each other as fiercely as before;

once more the blows rained and rattled and flashed; every few moments

the quick-eyed seconds would notice that a sword was bent--then they

called “Halt!” struck up the contending weapons, and an assisting

student straightened the bent one.

The wonderful turmoil went on--presently a bright spark sprung from

a blade, and that blade broken in several pieces, sent one of its

fragments flying to the ceiling. A new sword was provided and the fight

proceeded. The exercise was tremendous, of course, and in time the

fighters began to show great fatigue. They were allowed to rest a

moment, every little while; they got other rests by wounding each other,

for then they could sit down while the doctor applied the lint and

bandages. The law is that the battle must continue fifteen minutes if

the men can hold out; and as the pauses do not count, this duel was

protracted to twenty or thirty minutes, I judged. At last it was decided

that the men were too much wearied to do battle longer. They were led

away drenched with crimson from head to foot. That was a good fight, but

it could not count, partly because it did not last the lawful fifteen

minutes (of actual fighting), and partly because neither man was

disabled by his wound. It was a drawn battle, and corps law requires

that drawn battles shall be refought as soon as the adversaries are well

of their hurts.

During the conflict, I had talked a little, now and then, with a young

gentleman of the White Cap Corps, and he had mentioned that he was to

fight next--and had also pointed out his challenger, a young gentleman

who was leaning against the opposite wall smoking a cigarette and

restfully observing the duel then in progress.

My acquaintanceship with a party to the coming contest had the effect of

giving me a kind of personal interest in it; I naturally wished he might

win, and it was the reverse of pleasant to learn that he probably would

not, because, although he was a notable swordsman, the challenger was

held to be his superior.

The duel presently began and in the same furious way which had marked

the previous one. I stood close by, but could not tell which blows told

and which did not, they fell and vanished so like flashes of light. They

all seemed to tell; the swords always bent over the opponents' heads,

from the forehead back over the crown, and seemed to touch, all the

way; but it was not so--a protecting blade, invisible to me, was always

interposed between. At the end of ten seconds each man had struck twelve

or fifteen blows, and warded off twelve or fifteen, and no harm done;

then a sword became disabled, and a short rest followed whilst a new one

was brought. Early in the next round the White Corps student got an ugly

wound on the side of his head and gave his opponent one like it. In the

third round the latter received another bad wound in the head, and the

former had his under-lip divided. After that, the White Corps student

gave many severe wounds, but got none of the consequence in return.

At the end of five minutes from the beginning of the duel the surgeon

stopped it; the challenging party had suffered such injuries that any

addition to them might be dangerous. These injuries were a fearful

spectacle, but are better left undescribed. So, against expectation, my

acquaintance was the victor.

CHAPTER VI

[A Sport that Sometimes Kills]

The third duel was brief and bloody. The surgeon stopped it when he saw

that one of the men had received such bad wounds that he could not fight

longer without endangering his life.

The fourth duel was a tremendous encounter; but at the end of five or

six minutes the surgeon interfered once more: another man so severely

hurt as to render it unsafe to add to his harms. I watched this

engagement as I watched the others--with rapt interest and strong

excitement, and with a shrink and a shudder for every blow that laid

open a cheek or a forehead; and a conscious paling of my face when I

occasionally saw a wound of a yet more shocking nature inflicted.

My eyes were upon the loser of this duel when he got his last and

vanquishing wound--it was in his face and it carried away his--but no

matter, I must not enter into details. I had but a glance, and then

turned quickly, but I would not have been looking at all if I had known

what was coming. No, that is probably not true; one thinks he would not

look if he knew what was coming, but the interest and the excitement are

so powerful that they would doubtless conquer all other feelings; and

so, under the fierce exhilaration of the clashing steel, he would yield

and look after all. Sometimes spectators of these duels faint--and it

does seem a very reasonable thing to do, too.

Both parties to this fourth duel were badly hurt so much that the

surgeon was at work upon them nearly or quite an hour--a fact which is

suggestive. But this waiting interval was not wasted in idleness by

the assembled students. It was past noon, therefore they ordered their

landlord, downstairs, to send up hot beefsteaks, chickens, and such

things, and these they ate, sitting comfortable at the several tables,

whilst they chatted, disputed and laughed. The door to the surgeon's

room stood open, meantime, but the cutting, sewing, splicing, and

bandaging going on in there in plain view did not seem to disturb

anyone's appetite. I went in and saw the surgeon labor awhile, but could

not enjoy; it was much less trying to see the wounds given and received

than to see them mended; the stir and turmoil, and the music of the

steel, were wanting here--one's nerves were wrung by this grisly

spectacle, whilst the duel's compensating pleasurable thrill was

lacking.

Finally the doctor finished, and the men who were to fight the closing

battle of the day came forth. A good many dinners were not completed,

yet, but no matter, they could be eaten cold, after the battle;

therefore everybody crowded forth to see. This was not a love duel, but

a “satisfaction” affair. These two students had quarreled, and were here

to settle it. They did not belong to any of the corps, but they were

furnished with weapons and armor, and permitted to fight here by the

five corps as a courtesy. Evidently these two young men were unfamiliar

with the dueling ceremonies, though they were not unfamiliar with the

sword. When they were placed in position they thought it was time

to begin--and then did begin, too, and with a most impetuous energy,

without waiting for anybody to give the word. This vastly amused the

spectators, and even broke down their studied and courtly gravity and

surprised them into laughter. Of course the seconds struck up the swords

and started the duel over again. At the word, the deluge of blows began,

but before long the surgeon once more interfered--for the only reason

which ever permits him to interfere--and the day's war was over. It was

now two in the afternoon, and I had been present since half past nine in

the morning. The field of battle was indeed a red one by this time;

but some sawdust soon righted that. There had been one duel before I

arrived. In it one of the men received many injuries, while the other

one escaped without a scratch.

I had seen the heads and faces of ten youths gashed in every direction

by the keen two-edged blades, and yet had not seen a victim wince, nor

heard a moan, or detected any fleeting expression which confessed the

sharp pain the hurts were inflicting. This was good fortitude, indeed.

Such endurance is to be expected in savages and prize-fighters, for they

are born and educated to it; but to find it in such perfection in these

gently bred and kindly natured young fellows is matter for surprise.

It was not merely under the excitement of the sword-play that this

fortitude was shown; it was shown in the surgeon's room where an

uninspiring quiet reigned, and where there was no audience. The doctor's

manipulations brought out neither grimaces nor moans. And in the fights

it was observable that these lads hacked and slashed with the same

tremendous spirit, after they were covered with streaming wounds, which

they had shown in the beginning.

The world in general looks upon the college duels as very farcical

affairs: true, but considering that the college duel is fought by boys;

that the swords are real swords; and that the head and face are exposed,

it seems to me that it is a farce which had quite a grave side to it.

People laugh at it mainly because they think the student is so covered

up with armor that he cannot be hurt. But it is not so; his eyes and

ears are protected, but the rest of his face and head are bare. He

can not only be badly wounded, but his life is in danger; and he would