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372 In the Black Forest. questions, and does his best to convert them from the error of their ways. Sunday morning, consequently, is, to some of them, probably the happiest time of the week. The bakers were at work in the bakery, making the day’s con- sumption of bread—or more probably the morrow’s. Great ovens, seven times heated, immense baskets full of dark brown loaves that sent forth a steaming, savoury odour, that might have adorned a king’s table. ‘The men, with nothing on but loose trowsers, looked as jolly and happy as sandboys, and had it been mid-winter, instead of mid- summer, one might have envied them their berth. — - _—— = ~—_ we*) Ts ily — zs 7 yen yl ’ ¥ t ‘ UOC il al TLL } = i — = ACN : = ee ———— “—# ————— KAUFHAUS, I was sorry to leave the quiet prison, where calm reigned so con- spicuously ; where the long, silent corridors, white, clean and bright, were positively cheerful, in spite of the sad histories they enclosed. And, back in Freiburg, I came upon a wedding at the cathedral— probably the very marriage at which the governor was “assisting.” Smart carriages, to which there seemed no end, were dashing away from the doors, full of people dressed in dazzling raiment. It was one of my last impressions of Freiburg. ‘That afternoon I left it, and once more entered the Black Forest by the Hollenthal, or Valley of Hell. Out through the quaint streets and the Schwaben Thor, crossing a bridge that spanned the river, the town was soon numbered among the things of the past. The river frothed over its rocky bed; a few picturesque, straggling houses lined the banks; a large, and somewhat uninteresting, plain stretched on either hand, CONMICLIOOKS.(e©) m