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so picturesque that I detennined to place a view of it in this 

 work. Hailing a voitwre, our party had no end of difficulty to 

 get the coachman to understand where we wanted to be driven. 

 I said, " To Huningue ; " he then suggested that it must be 

 " Euiniguen," and a Scotch young lady friend, who was all in a 



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glow about the " beautiful Rhine," as, of course, a young lady 

 ought to be, suggested that the pronunciation might be " Hin- 

 ingue," which proved a shrewd guess, as immediately on hearing 

 it we were addressed in tolerable but very broken English by a 

 quiet-looking coachman, who said, " Come with me ; I have 

 study the English grammaire ; I know where you want to go, 

 and wUl take you." Although I could not help wondering that 

 a celebrated place, as we aU thought Huningue ought to be, was 

 not better known, I felt pretty sure our coachman knew it ; and 

 having persuaded my Scotch friend and his young lady to take 

 a drive, we at once started for the etaUissement de piscicultvA-e, 

 where we were all of us most hospitably received by the super- 



