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having arranged to return to Kreuth, if anything was to 

 be done there, to go out again on the mountains, and 

 then to visit the worthy old forester at Fischbachau. 

 By daybreak the next morning I set off, and in an hour 

 or two reached Hohenburg, rising a little over the pic- 

 turesque village of L'anggries. Never before, I think, 

 - did I so appreciate the " creature comforts " of this 

 life as now. After the detestably bad inn at Kreuth, 

 the broad, lofty corridors, the large cheerful bedroom 

 looking out upon the lawn, the neat arrangements, the 

 nicely served breakfast, and the observant attendance, 

 — mindful of everything, forgetting nothing, — all was so 

 delicious a change, that it seemed to me as if until that 

 morning I had never understood what such things were 

 worth. How did all that I had hitherto looked on as 

 mere common comforts now appear luxuries fit only for 

 a Sardanapalus ! 



My Sybarite reflections were suddenly put a stop to 

 by observing, in the mirror opposite, a projection on my 

 right shoulder which was not on the left one, and a 

 nearer examination really showed that one of the bones 

 which met at the shoulder-joint was out of its socket. It 

 was this which had pained me so when slipping down the 

 rock in the Rothel Clam, and the sudden helplessness of 

 the arm was now accounted for. Little could be done 

 however, and I left it as it was. 



After some pleasant days passed at Hohenburg, I 

 took a guide to show me the path through the woods 

 to Kreuth. It poured with rain during the whole day. 



" Just there," said my guide, a tall fellow who had 

 been a cuirassier, " a year or two ago I killed a good 

 stag. It was winter, and the snow lay very deep every- 

 where. We were coming up early, as usual, to bring 

 the wood down into the valley, and saw him stuck 



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