. Romantic Germany. you come upon a mighty round towerembowered in trees beyond the waters of the Kahn-teich. It is the old Zwinger, largest of Goslarsoriginal one hundred and eighty-two towers of de-fense, and .capable of holding a thousand armoredwarriors. Or you happen upon an anomalous build-ing, a cross between church and dwelling, withcolumned windows, a generous spread of roof filledwith little dormers, and, above, a projection unde-cided whether to be a steeple or a chimney. Youventure through the Gothic portal and see longsweeps of raftered ceiling, and gloomy wooden bal-conies, and n
. Romantic Germany. you come upon a mighty round towerembowered in trees beyond the waters of the Kahn-teich. It is the old Zwinger, largest of Goslarsoriginal one hundred and eighty-two towers of de-fense, and .capable of holding a thousand armoredwarriors. Or you happen upon an anomalous build-ing, a cross between church and dwelling, withcolumned windows, a generous spread of roof filledwith little dormers, and, above, a projection unde-cided whether to be a steeple or a chimney. Youventure through the Gothic portal and see longsweeps of raftered ceiling, and gloomy wooden bal-conies, and no end of tiny rooms where old womensit about knitting humbly and making, with theirsurroundings, the most delightful Dutch genre pic-tures of the sixteeenth century. Then one of the oldladies comes out, accepts a copper with deprecation,and quavers out that this is, please, the almshouse ofthe Great Holy Cross. Or you meander along the diminutive Gose River,that gave the city its name {lar is old Franconian for 192. Tllli liRlSTTliCH GOSLAR IN THE HARZ home). You find a delightful mill, and fall tosketching—or wish that you could fall. And youbreak into the adjoining Glockengiesser-Strasse andthink of the bell-caster of Goslar who cast the fa-mous cathedral bells there and the spooky fountainin the INIarkt, and whose ancestor perhaps did theFour Rivers of Paradise in the Domkapelle. You appreciate the half-timbered dwellings somuch that your appetite is whetted for better you are persistent you find them at the head ofthe JNIarkt-Strasse. Crescit indulgens! The tastegrows upon you. Presently, unless you are very re-served or blase, you give a cry of pleasure. Youhave discovered the Brusttuch, a crooked late-Gothicgildliouse named after an indispensable part of thelocal peasants costume. It has an amazingly sharp,high ridge. Its lowest story is of picturesque roughstone; its second is half-timbered and filled with suchhomely, humorous carvings as riot along the streets
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