SchafThausen, we took the Black Forest Railway, expecting to reach 

 Heidelberg late that evening. On this journey occurred an event the 

 story of which has, Uterally, gone around the world. Many people, in 

 many places, have told me that story and, strange to say, always cor- 

 rectly. Nevertheless, I shall here give a first-hand account of what 

 actually happened. When our train stopped at Donaueschingen, I asked 

 the guard how long the stop would be and he replied, "three minutes." 

 Accordingly, I ran into the station and was horrified to see the train 

 leave without me in a minute or less. As I had the tickets and nearly 

 all the money of the party, I was greatly perturbed by the ladies' plight, 

 especially as none of them spoke German. I immediately applied to the 

 station master for advice and he told me to telegraph to Villingen, the 

 train's next stop, asking the party to return to Donaueschingen, which 

 he arranged to have them do without cost. In the meantime, the unfor- 

 tunate passengers were in consternation and began to discuss what 

 they should do, when the Schaffner demanded their tickets. One of 

 the girls said: "Oh! I know; I'll tell him, 'unsere Mann ist links'." An 

 Englishman in the compartment, who could not restrain his laughter 

 over this most wonderful, would-be German sentence, volunteered to 

 be an interpreter and, when my telegram arrived, he put everything 

 straight. Owing to this delay, we did not reach Heidelberg till three 

 the following morning. 



After a respite of four days I again started off, escorting the same 

 party to Munich, where the ladies spent a week and then departed for 

 Paris. My object in visiting Munich was to study the admirable collec- 

 tion of fossil mammals in the Bavarian State Museum. Professor Zittel, 

 foremost of German palaeontologists, and his chief assistant, Dr. Max 

 Schlosser, who had been in New Haven with Marsh, received me with 

 all possible kindness and placed all the resources of the museum un- 

 reservedly at my disposal. Except Sunday, I spent every day and all 

 day at work, delightedly drawing, measuring and describing a great 

 wealth of material. 



In the evening, I went frequently to the theatre or opera, a very 

 cheap amusement in those days, and saw some of the first public per- 

 formances of plays and operas which the insane King of Bavaria, who 

 had been drowned but a short time before, had strictly reserved for 

 his own delectation. Among these was Die Feen, a very early opera of 

 Wagner's, written when he was still under Italian influence; it was 

 chiefly remarkable for its scenery, as were also certain Indian plays, the 

 stage-pictures of which I have never seen equalled, though the plays 

 themselves were of no great interest. 



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