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One minute we are creeping along slowly over the water in a little boat, and the next, as if by some sort of magic, we find ourselves on the deck of the steamer, with the boat drifting away astern." "How high the mountains are," said Rollo, "along the shores here! Do the mountains end at Bingen?" "Yes," said Mr. George, "at Bingen, or soon after that.
One morning, at Bingen, I assure you it was not six o'clock, we took a big little rowboat, and dropped down the stream, past the Mouse Tower, where the cruel Bishop Hatto was eaten up by rats, under the shattered Castle of Ehrenfels, round the bend to the little village of Assmannshausen, on the hills back of which is grown the famous red wine of that name.
Tylor says, by Dayaks, Singhalese, Siamese, and Esths; Dennys, in his Folklore of China, notes the occurrences in the Celestial Empire; Grimm, in his German Mythology, gives examples, starting from the communicative knocks of a spirit near Bingen, in the chronicle of Rudolf , and Suetonius tells a similar tale from imperial Rome.
"There are only five hundred thalers here," replied the Empress. "I wish there were more, but you must accept it, for I should feel easier in my mind to know that you possess even that much. Do they misuse you at Ehrenfels, my son?" "Oh, no, no, no! I live like a burgomaster. You need feel no fear on my account, mother. Ehrenfels is a delightful spot, with old Bingen just across the water.
But I did not notice that Isabel devoted herself at all seriously to looking out of the window. "He tells me," said Miss Callis, "that you are to give him his answer at Cologne." "Does he, indeed?" said I. We were floating down the Rhine in the society of our friends, two hundred and fifty other floaters, and a string band. We had left the battlements of Bingen, and the Mouse Tower was in sight.
From Cologne we continued on by rail up the valley of the Rhine to Bingebruck, near Bingen, and thence across through Saarbrucken to Remilly, where we left the railway and rode in a hay-wagon to Pont-a-Mousson, arriving there August 17, late in the afternoon.
Engelman had thus far led to no result when I received a letter containing news of the fugitive, confided to me under strict reserve. The writer of the letter proved to be a married younger brother of Mr. Engelman, residing at Bingen, on the Rhine. "I write to you, dear sir, at my brother's request.
According to tradition, Hatto was a stony-hearted oppressor of the poor, permitting nothing to stand in the way of the attainment of his own selfish ends, and several wild legends exhibit him in a peculiarly unfavourable light. By far the most popular of these traditions is that which deals with the Mäuseturm, or Mouse Tower, situated on a small island in the Rhine near Bingen.
Grant, his son Jesse Grant, and General Adam Badeau, then Consul-General at London. Their arrival at Bingen had been so unostentatious that their presence in the town was scarcely known outside of the hotel in which they had taken rooms. Their departure was alike unnoticed. Our train drew up at Bingen just as a special Schnellzug with the Emperor of Germany on board swept by.
At Bingen I once sat up to behold the bold outline of the banks crested with ruins, which in the morning proved to be a slated roof and chimneys. And when at Heidelberg I saw the Neckar open upon the broad Rhine plain like the mouth of a trumpet, I felt inspired, and built every evening on my table a perfect cathedral of slim, spire-shaped bottles sunny pinnacles of Johannisberger.
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