The bells of Freiburg : . CHAPTER NEXT TIME. EXT time came sooner eventhan I could have expected,much as I was longing for it. Uncle Karl announced hisintention of taking the journeyat breakfast on a Saturday morning,and long before sunset we weredriving through the Schwabenthor, seated in thelittle one-horse chaise which the uncle generallyhired for his excursions. It was one of those afternoons which some-times come in autumn, and which seem to haveabsorbed into themselves the sunshine, thewarmth, and richness of colour, which are thejoint prosperity of many days. The wholecountry round
The bells of Freiburg : . CHAPTER NEXT TIME. EXT time came sooner eventhan I could have expected,much as I was longing for it. Uncle Karl announced hisintention of taking the journeyat breakfast on a Saturday morning,and long before sunset we weredriving through the Schwabenthor, seated in thelittle one-horse chaise which the uncle generallyhired for his excursions. It was one of those afternoons which some-times come in autumn, and which seem to haveabsorbed into themselves the sunshine, thewarmth, and richness of colour, which are thejoint prosperity of many days. The wholecountry round Freiburg lay like a ripe peachmellowing in the sunshine. The deep redMinster spire, with its delicate perforations, roselike a jasper needle against the dark greenback- 64 THE BELLS OF FREIBURG. ground of the distant pine-woods, and behind uslay the great Rhine plains, bathed in goldenlight, with the blue Vosges Mountains like ahazy line on the far horizon. Our little grey horse went at a rapid pace, andwe had soon left the Schloszbe
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