. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. the like of which I have never seen. On a stair of foursteps on the harbor dam I had to try to mount thrice before Icould get up; pieces of stone and halves of trees were flyingthrough the air. Unfortunately, this led me to retract my placeon a sailing vessel to Bayonne, little thinking that in four hoursall would be quiet and serene. I thus lost a charming sea pas-sage along the coast, remained another day in St. Sebastian, andyesterday left in the diligence, somewhat uncomfortably packedbetween dainty little Spanish women, with whom I could not
. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. the like of which I have never seen. On a stair of foursteps on the harbor dam I had to try to mount thrice before Icould get up; pieces of stone and halves of trees were flyingthrough the air. Unfortunately, this led me to retract my placeon a sailing vessel to Bayonne, little thinking that in four hoursall would be quiet and serene. I thus lost a charming sea pas-sage along the coast, remained another day in St. Sebastian, andyesterday left in the diligence, somewhat uncomfortably packedbetween dainty little Spanish women, with whom I could not in-terchange a word. They understood enough Italian, however,for me to make it clear to them that I was pleased with their out-ward appearance. I looked over a travelling plan this morning,how I could get from here, i. e., Toulouse, by railway, through Mar-seilles to Nizza, then by ship to Genoa, thence by Venice, Trieste, BIARBITZ. 325 Vienna, Breslau, Posen, Stargard to Coslin!—if Berlin were onlypassable. Just now I can not well get 326 LUCHON. Luchon, 9th September, 1862. The day before yesterday we ascended the Col de Venasquefrom this place; first two hours through magnificent beech woods,full of ivy, rocks, and waterfalls; then to a hospice, then twohours of steep riding on horseback in the snow, with great views,quiet deep lakes between snow and cliffs, and at a height of 7500feet a narrow portal opened in the sharp comb of the Pyreneesby which Spain is entered. The land of chestnuts and palmshere shows itself as a rocky basin, surrounded by the Maladetta,which lay before us, Pic de Suavegarde, and Pic de Picade; tothe right rushed the waters to the Ebro, to the left to the Ga-ronne, and towards the horizon one glacier and snow-cap afteranother stared at us, far into Catalonia and Aragon. There webreakfasted, pressed closely to the rocks—red partridges withoutsalt and water; and then rode down again upon giddy declivities,but with splendid weather. Yesterday w
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