312 THE HIVE OF THE BEE-HUNTER. 



coach, just tumbling down the ravines that yawn on the 

 sides of " Ball Mountain," and when I have started into 

 wakefulness, I have speculated on that principle of the 

 American character that is ever impelling it forward ; 

 but it never forcibly struck me as a national peculiarity, 

 until I read Howitt's journey down hill among the 

 sturdy Germans of the Old World. 



THE END. 



