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In the Black Forest. 377 the inn near the Schluchsee—a lake much larger than the Titisee, but scarcely as picturesque or interesting. It was a goodly sized inn, with a “dependence,” like so many of these inns, in the shape of a second building, and many people seemed staying there. Table d’hdte was just beginning, and one long table was nearly filled, English and French amongst the number. Here, more than at the Titisee or Hdllsteig, people seem to make long sojourns. No doubt it is a pleasant change from the outside world. You are far enough away from any town to make a feeling of rest and repose inevitable. The surrounding country is very lovely, b A ili Hy? Pit AAD MA ANN NL 2ER 22 tur <2 eee, ean iiaa ~ a £2) =~ be Oi er — a Gee <3 Wow in 38 = eal BE: 2 a ~ — ———— 4 hE = — & ! tate ay - —————— cutee. “2 a SCHLUCHSEE. and there are the attractions of the lake, which, like the Titisee, is well stocked with fish. The walks and excursions in the neighbour- hood are sufficient to give fresh variety and interest to each day. The village is small and quiet, and, as the country people would say, not of much account; and its church is not by any means an eighth wonder of the world. : Presently we strolled down hill to the lake, intending to disport thereon. But the boat-keeper was away, and had maliciously locked up the oars, and it was far too great a struggle and loss of time to go back to the inn for redress. So we quietly sauntered by the side of the lake, under the shadow of the pine trees that grew down to the water’s edge ; admired its beauty, though, after all, it was not so very striking, at least from this particular point of view. Admired, too, the coolness and contrivance of a tourist, evidently walking through the country, who had laid his knapsack upon the ground, and having COMMICOOOKS.Cc©