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"The Harbor Police of New York are vigilant. I fear the warping of a great steamer from her berth would attract instant attention." "Not if properly engineered, Hartzmann." A soft tap at the door interrupted von Fincke. "Come in," he called. "Captain von Mueller," announced the valet, and von Fincke advanced eagerly to meet the newcomer. "Welcome, Herr Captain.
The ranges beyond this have a brownish tinge, and are all entirely different from those at Fort Mueller. The rock formation here is a white and pinkish conglomerate granite. All the ranges visible are entirely timberless, and are all more or less rounded and corrugated, some having conical summits, and some looking like enormous eggs standing up on end; this for the first view.
Of course that gentleman was the Honourable Sir Thomas Elder. To my kind friend Baron Mueller I am greatly indebted, and I trust, though unsuccessful, I bring no discredit upon him for his exertions on my behalf.
No notice of this point was taken, as far as I remember, in the early reviews of the Origin, and I recollect expressing my surprise on this head in a letter to Asa Gray. Within late years several reviewers have given the whole credit to Fritz Mueller and Haeckel, who undoubtedly have worked it out much more fully and in some respects more correctly than I did.
The work, trouble, anxiety, and expense that Baron von Mueller went through to start this expedition none but the initiated can ever know. It was ruined before it even entered the field of its labours, for, like Burke's and Wills's expedition, it was unfortunately placed under the command of the wrong man. The collapse of the expedition occurred in this wise.
Occasional messages were exchanged between Captain von Mueller and Lord Hastings. Night fell, and now the Sylph began to draw closer to her quarry. She closed up the distance gradually, until Lord Hastings decided that they were near enough; and this position the Sylph maintained, her searchlight playing upon the Emden and making her as light as day.
Despite this talk, however, the newcomers were welcomed cordially, and to the credit of the students be it said that each old cadet did all in his power to make the new boys feel perfectly at home. "Mine fadder vos von soldier py der Cherman army," said Hans Mueller. "Dot's vy he sent me py a military academy ven we come py dis country."
"Perhaps we missed the sign," put in another cadet. "Of dot is so, ve besser run pack und stop udder carriages from comin' dis vay," broke in Hans Mueller quickly. "Listen to dot!" They all listened, and heard merry cries of laughter and carriage wheels rapidly approaching. "A carriage with ladies!" gasped Sam. "Come on and stop them!"
In revising the MS. of my lecture on "Weismann's Theory of Heredity" for publication, I found the following sentence, referring to Johannes Mueller. "He failed to fill the gap his destructive criticism had created." This sentence gives to the ear a sense of rhythm that is somewhere interrupted and disturbed.
Others took the lesser English poets for their model, as, for instance, Kleist, who fell at Kunersdorf, copied Thomson in his "Spring"; Zachariae, Pope, in his satirical pieces; Hermes, in "The Travels of Sophia," the humorous romances of Richardson; Mueller von Itzehoe, in his "Siegfried von Lindenberg," the comic descriptions of Smollett.
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