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from the village, to Vienna so many miles, to Trieste 

 so many. 



" But Trieste !" I said, " what makes you think of 

 Trieste?" 



" It interested me much once," he said, " when the 

 Englishman, Herr Waghorn, used to be coming this 

 way from India." 



" What," I said, " you knew Mr. Waghorn?" 



" Yes, he was here six times. Ah, that was an en- 

 terprising mind*!" he exclaimed, with a dash of sorrow 

 in his tone, as if the enthusiasm and genius of the 

 man had not left even Ms old heart insensible, but had 

 stirred it up and aroused it, and was not to be for- 

 gotten, though the stranger only came rushing by like 

 a comet on its swift, surprising course. How full he 

 was of admiration at Waghorn's mighty energy and in- 

 domitable will ! Indeed it was this last which seemed 

 to have left on the minds of all to whom I spoke, 

 something like a sense of irresistible power. And no 

 wonder ! he appears among them, and old difficulties 

 and hindrances give way ; he batters down every ob- 

 stacle, and, hurrying past, shows them that by his 

 will, solely by his strong will, he can annihilate the 

 Impossible. 



" For nine days and nights," continued mine host, 

 " the horses were kept ready : there were eight or- 

 dered, and three postillions. That last time I re- 

 member it well the one post cost 116 florins ; but 

 it was the same to him, no matter what it cost : all 



* " Das war ein unternehmender Geischt!" 



