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Harper's new monthly magazine . the immensegray horns and towers of rock rose out of thesteep fir-woods, clearly, yet not too sharply de-fined against the warm blue of the sky. TheWiesent, swift and beryl-green, winding in manycurves through the hay-fields, made a cheerfulmusic in his bed. In an hour I reached thepicturesque village of Muggendorf, near whichis Rosenmullers Cave, celebrated for its stalac-titic formations. I have little fancy for subter-ranean travels, and after having seen the Mam-moth Cave of Kentucky and the grottoes ofCrete, I felt no inclination to visit more thanone of th
Harper's new monthly magazine . the immensegray horns and towers of rock rose out of thesteep fir-woods, clearly, yet not too sharply de-fined against the warm blue of the sky. TheWiesent, swift and beryl-green, winding in manycurves through the hay-fields, made a cheerfulmusic in his bed. In an hour I reached thepicturesque village of Muggendorf, near whichis Rosenmullers Cave, celebrated for its stalac-titic formations. I have little fancy for subter-ranean travels, and after having seen the Mam-moth Cave of Kentucky and the grottoes ofCrete, I felt no inclination to visit more thanone of the Franconian caverns. After restinghalf an hour, and refreshing myself with a glassof water and the conversation of a company ofladies who alighted at the little tavern, I startedagain, still feeling tolerably brisk. The valley now contracted to a wild gorge,with almost perpendicular walls of rock, and anarrow strip of meadow in its bed. In a dis-tance of five miles I passed two fine old mills, 148 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY THE CASTLE OF GOSSWEIN8TEIN. which were the only evidences of life and habita-tion. Suddenly, on turning a rocky corner, thecastle of Gossweinstein appeared before me, asif hung in the sky. The picture was so strikingthat, in spite of the intense heat, I stopped tosketch it. On reaching a mill at the foot of themountain I found there was no bridge over thestream, which I should have crossed some dis-tance back. I was sufficiently tired, however,to be glad of a good excuse for not scaling theheight. Presently I reached a little village in anook where the gorge splits into three prongs,through two of which wild trout-streams comedown to join the Wiesent. The meadows werecovered with pieces of coarse linen in the pro-cess of bleaching. Here there was a tavern anda huge linden-tree, and after my walk of tenmiles I considered myself entitled to shade andbeer. It occurred to me, also, that I mightlighten the journey by taking the landladys sonto carry my coat
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