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The thermometer was 110 degrees in the shade when we finally left these miserable hills. We steered away again for Fort Mueller, via the Lightning Rock, which was forty-five miles away. We traversed a country nearly all scrub, passing some hills and searching channels and gullies as we went.
One went up with a swoop, to come down with a bang on the rocks, thus knocking itself into a hundred pieces. "Mine cracious, look at dot!" burst out Hans Mueller. "Mine Gretchen kite vos busted up und I spent me feefteen cents on him alreety!" and a roar went up. "Never mind, Hans," said Dick. "You can help sail the Katydid. She will pull strong enough for two, I am sure."
She was going to your office to warn you that your factory was going to be blown up, and he shot her to prevent that." "Who was the man with the whiskers?" asked Bob. "His name iss Mueller. He iss the one who set off the bomb tonight." "That's what we thought," exclaimed Bob. "Well, Hugh, you hit him one good one anyway, didn't you?" "I hope so," said Hugh.
Fort Mueller cannot be said to be a pretty spot, for it is so confined by the frowning, battlemented, fortress-like walls of black and broken hills, that there is scarcely room to turn round in it, and attacks by the natives are much to be dreaded here. We have had to clear the ground round our fort of the stones and huge bunches of triodia which we found there.
"There was four of them altogether," said Heinrich. "Kraus, Mueller, Hoffmann, and a man named Schaefer who went to blow up the railroad bridge Friday night and has not been heard of since." "We know where he is, don't we, Hugh?" laughed Bob. "Where iss he?" demanded Heinrich. "In jail, I guess," said Bob. "We caught him on the bridge with a bomb." "Good boys," said Heinrich warmly.
Von Mueller, to the effect that his other engagements would not permit him to take the lead as proposed, and I was appointed to take his place in the expedition.
"The likeness is extraordinary," she stammered. "Yes," agreed Miller. "But I do not think you would have been so thoroughly certain of my identity if I had not copied my cousin's mannerisms as well as his handwriting." "Then you were brought up together?" asked Foster. "In a way, yes. I was never in Germany, but my aunt, Frau von Mueller, spent many winters at my father's home in Rio Janeiro...."
We had had the best instructors in drawing and painting in Germany Haemmerling, Vogel, Mueller, Dietz, and Schumann. Haemmerling taught us landscape-painting. Vogel taught us figure-drawing, Mueller taught us to do still-life, and Dietz and Schumann gave us a finishing course in two specialties battle-pieces and shipwrecks. Whatever I am in Art I owe to these men.
The command was given to A. C. Gregory, who had with him the celebrated botanist, Dr. Mueller, and his brother H. C. Gregory. Mr. Elsey, surgeon and naturalist, Mr. Baines, artist, and the requisite number of men made the party up to a total of eighteen. Their live stock consisted of horses and sheep.
But perfect happiness is not for this world. In 1831 came to Economy a German adventurer, Bernhard Mueller by right name, who had assumed the title Graf or Count Maximilian de Leon, and had gathered a following of visionary Germans, whom he imposed, with himself, upon the Harmonists, on the pretense that he was a believer with them in religious matters.
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