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123 PN Tae een PORTS 'T. By CHARLES W. Woop, AuTHOR OF “‘ THROUGH HOLLAND,” ‘Rounp Asout Norway,” &c. T nine o’clock one morn- ing, with blue skies and a prospect of fair weather ; with shadows shortening and disappearing as the sun ran his upward course; I started = for Triberg, a three or four eS als ne | days’ drive from Baden. A zi ie |. _/ landau drawn by a stout pair VS OMS | Ee = | =—/ of horses had been placed at pes sl” ~iny disposal, but as it was ee Yip what is called a return carriage, Sie 7’ ithe sum charged was consider- ably less than it would other- i, wise have been. ‘The land- hy. * ‘i tt ——e aT — hh os uo lord of the Hotel Victoria had pee Spe, “... struck the bargain with the FETS SES coachman, and arranged mat- ters with his usual kindness. It would indeed be difficult to say too much in favour of the courtesy and attention of Herr Grosholz towards his guests. The only mistake made—and one to be deplored—was that, instead of at the outset taking the way by the exquisite valley of the Murg, the coachman drove straight through the flat, uninteresting high road to Achern. This occupies about three hours, and is perhaps the most dismal bit of road in the whole of the Black Forest. Fortunately, I had already explored some portion of the Murgthal, but the beauty of what I had seen only made me regret the more what we had now passed over. For there are lovely views to be found in the valley of the Murg— some of the finest in the Black Forest. Take for instance the view from the New Castle of Eberstein—a wonderfully pleasant drive from Baden, through a road that winds up into forests and down into hollows ; taking you into the heart of the woods ; buried out of sight and sound of all human life and habitation ; yielding the very utmost enjoyment of the fresh pure delight of these sylvan retreats and soli- tudes as you are drawn swiftly through the air by strong, willing horses ; whilst the scent of the pines comes over you in faint, delicious BLACK FOREST HUT. COMMICOOOKS.C©