/o Rambles with a Fishing-Rod. 



possessed only a single einspanner, so the result 

 was that a singularly loaded vehicle appeared 

 one September afternoon at the little Austrian 

 town of Reutte. Inside were two of the party 

 comparatively comfortable, but perhaps too 

 tightly packed. On the somewhat narrow seat 

 in front were seated the third rambler and 

 the driver, with their feet resting on the long 

 pole. To this was harnessed " Johannes," the 

 greatly admired steed of the postmaster, more 

 used to the hay-cart than the carriage. As 

 his natural paces were erratic, the whole pro- 

 gress of the vehicle became somewhat curious, 

 since the driver was so little of a whip that 

 he could not at the best of times steer a 

 straight course ; and moreover, the carriage, 

 like the tail of Lord Dundreary's celebrated 

 dog, did not a little in the way of moving the 

 horse. But this was one out of the many little 

 incidents which must be put up with in the 

 Tyrol or the Bavarian Highlands. There was 

 a bitterly cold east wind blowing straight up 

 the Lech Thai when we reached our destina- 

 tion, but after a walk, inquiries were made as 

 to the Fischmeister of the place. His abode 

 was discovered in the main street, but he him- 



