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collected at a later time in Switzerland. At the last moment 

 before setting out for Paris to visit the exposition of 1867, after 

 all but one of the trunks had been closed, Mr. Shaler innocently 

 asked if he might put in a few more things, and while my back 

 was turned accomplished the feat. When the trunk was opened 

 at the end of the journey a lace hat and its pink roses, a holiday 

 gown, and sundry other fine things got together for the visit, 

 were found to be ground to powder by the weight and shifting 

 motion of at least half a peck of stones. Mr. Shaler, however, 

 made ample amends for the damage, and for the first time in 

 his life (he was afraid of store clerks) voluntarily entered a dry- 

 goods shop and purchased a beautiful robe which he happened 

 to see in the window. In compliment to him the dress was worn 

 for many years until it seemed too gay, and then was handed 

 down as a much-prized heirloom to his daughter. 



Threats of danger, however, were not always confined to 

 France. Once, in Tawney's own country, while the two were 

 tramping together in the neighborhood of Manchester, some 

 roughs welcomed the cripple by shouting at the top of their 

 voices, " 'Eave a stone at him, 'eave a stone at him, I say ! " and 

 would have perpetrated the brutal assault had not Mr. Shaler 

 pitched into the crowd and made short work with them. His 

 friend took the hostile demonstration as a matter of course. 



Two summers and a good part of one winter were profitably 

 spent in Switzerland, different localities being chosen as the 

 base of explorations. These sojourns, often in remote places, 

 away from the beaten track of the diligent tourist, furnished 

 agreeable episodes in the serious work of the geologist. In those 

 old days every canton, almost every village, had its distinctive 

 customs and opinions, but with the coming of the railways 

 miscellaneous habits and lukewarm beliefs have long since 

 taken their place. In 1866 there was apparently no such thing 

 as the "neutral heart," hatred and doubtless its converse love 

 were strongly developed; at least the former passion was ap- 

 parent at the target practice of the citizen soldiers on Sunday 



