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miles he seemed to prefer his hind legs as a means 

 of locomotion — and driven by as wild-looking a 

 gossoon as could be caught in a Tipperary bog, I 

 started for the Salzkatnmergut. Both wheels 

 screeched like unearthly monsters for want of 

 grease ; our Jehu howled, yelled, and alternately 

 sang tunes that I believe would have been as fatal 

 to cattle as the rinderpest; every joint in the 

 vehicle creaked and groaned, as, innocent of 

 springs, we rumbled and jolted along the uneven 

 road, and the rope harness was old and needed 

 repairs; but, prepared for all contingencies, we 

 still carried on, and after some hour's bumping 

 arrived at the railway station of Wels, where I 

 took the train to Lambach, distant seven miles. 

 In the carriage I fraternised with as jolly a padre 

 as ever worked a church, who offered to be my 

 cicerone to the falls of the Traun, which are about 

 a mile from the village of Lambach. My com- 

 panion, whatever vows he might have taken . had 

 evidently still an extreme hankering after the for- 

 bidden fruit, for he peered under every jaunty- 

 looking hat as naturally as if he wore a busby 



