Mark Twain: A Tramp Abroad, Chapter 1

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Chapter one, the Knight Nave of Bergen. One day, it occurred to me that it had been many years since the world had been afforded the spectacle of a man adventurous enough to undertake a journey through Europe on foot. After much thought, I decided that I was a person fitted to furnish to mankind, this spectacle, so I determined to do it. This was in March 18 78 I looked about me for the right sort of person to accompany me in the capacity of agent and finally hired a Mr Harris for this service. It was also my purpose to study art while in Europe, Mr Harris was in sympathy with me in this. He was as much of an enthusiast in art as I was and not less anxious to learn to paint. I desired to learn the German language. So did Harris toward the middle of April. We sailed in the whole Saia Captain Brand and had a very pleasant trip. Indeed, after a brief rest at Hamburg, we made preparations for a long pedestrian trip southward in the soft spring weather. But at the last moment, we changed the program for private reasons and took the express train, we made a short haul at Frankfurt on the mine and found it an interesting city. I would have liked to visit the birthplace of Gutenberg, but it could not be done as no memorandum of the site of the house has been kept. So we spent an hour in the Gerta Mansion. Instead the city permits this house to belong to private parties instead of gracing and dignifying herself with the honor of possessing and protecting it. Frankfurt is one of the 16 cities which have the distinction of being the place where the following incident occurred. Charlemagne while chasing the Saxons, as he said, or being chased by them, as they said, arrived at the bank of the river at dawn in a fog. The enemy was either before him or behind him. But in any case, he wanted to get across very badly. He would have given anything for a guide but none was to be had. Presently, he saw a deer followed by her young approach the water. He watched her judging that she would seek a Ford and he was right, she waited over and the army followed. So a great Frankish victory or defeat was gained or avoided. And in order to commemorate the episode, Charlemagne commanded a city to be built there which he named Frankford, the Ford of the Franks, none of the other cities where this event happened were named for it. This is good evidence that Frankfort is the first place it occurred at Frankfurt has another distinction. It is the birthplace of the German alphabet, or at least of the German word for alphabet teen. They say that the first movable types were made on birch sticks. Hence the name I was taught a lesson in political economy. In Frankfurt, I had brought from home a box containing 1000 very cheap cigars. By way of experiment, I stepped into a little shop in a queer. Old Backstreet took four gayly decorated boxes of wax matches and three cigars and laid down a silver piece worth 48 cents. The man gave me 43 cents change in Frankfurt. Everybody wears clean clothes. And I think we noticed that this strange thing was the case in Hamburg too and in the villages along the road, even in the narrowest and poorest and most ancient quarters of Frankfurt, neat and clean clothes were the rule. The little Children of both sexes were nearly always nice enough to take into a body's lap. And as for the uniforms of the soldiers, they were newness and brightness carried to perfection. One could never detect a smirch or a grain of dust upon them. The streetcar conductors and drivers wore pretty uniforms which seemed to be just out of the band Boxx and their manners were as fine as their clothes in one of the shops. I had the luck to stumble upon a book which has charmed me nearly to death. It is entitled The Legends of The Rhine from Basil to Rotterdam by FJ Kiefer translated by LW Garn B A. All tourists mention the Rhine legends in that sort of way which quietly pretends that the mentioner has been familiar with them all his life and that the reader cannot possibly be ignorant of them, but no tourist ever tells them. So this little book fed me in a very hungry place. And I in my turn intend to feed my reader with one or two little lunches from the same larder. I shall not mark Garner's translation by meddling with its English for the most toothsome thing about it is its quaint fashion of building English sentences on the German plan and punctuating them accordingly to no plan at all. In the chapter devoted to Legends of Frankfurt. I find the following the nave of Bergen in Frankfurt at the Romer was a great mask ball at the coronation festival. And in the illuminated saloon, the clanging music, invited to dance and splendidly appeared. The rich toilets and charms of the ladies and the festively costumed princes and naves. All seemed pleasure, joy and roguish gaity. Only one of the numerous guests had a gloomy exterior but exactly the black armor in which he walked about, excited general attention and his tall figure as well as the noble propriety of his movements, attracted especially the regards of the ladies who the night was. Nobody could guess for his visor was well closed and nothing made him recognizable, proud and yet modest. He advanced to the empress bowed on one knee before her seat and begged for the favor of a waltz with the queen of the festival. And she allowed his request with light and graceful steps. He danced through the long saloon with a sovereign who thought never to have found a more dexterous and excellent dancer, but also by the grace of his manner and fine conversation, he knew to win the queen and she graciously accorded him a second dance for which he begged a 3rd and 1/4 as well as others were not refused him. How all regarded the happy dancer? How many envied him the high favor? How increased curiosity who the mass night could be? Also the emperor became more and more excited with curiosity and with great suspense. One awaited the hour when according to masked law, each masked guest must make himself known this moment came. But although all other unmasked, the secret knight still refused to allow his features to be seen to let last the queen driven by curiosity and vexed at the obstinate refusal, commanded him to open his visor. He opened it and none of the high ladies and knights knew him. But from the crowded Spectators, two officials advanced who recognized the black dancer and horror and terror spread in the saloon as they said, who the supposed night was it? Was the executioner of Bergen. But glowing with rage, the king commanded to seize the criminal and lead him to death who had ventured to dance with the queen. So disgraced the empress and insulted the crown. The couple both threw himself at the emperor and said indeed, I have heavily sinned against all noble guests assembled here but most heavily against you. My sovereign and my queen. The queen is insulted by my haughtiness, equal to treason, but no punishment, even blood will not be able to wash out the disgrace which you have suffered by me. Therefore, oh king, allow me to propose a remedy to efface the shame and to render it as if not done, draw your sword and night me, then I will throw down my gauntlet to everyone who dares to speak disrespectfully of my king. The emperor was surprised at this bold proposal. However, it appeared the wisest to him. You are a dave. He replied with a moment's consideration. However, your advice is good and displays prudence as your offense shows adventurous courage. Well, then and gave him the night stroke. So I raise you to nobility who begged for grace for your offense. Now kneels before me rise as knight nave as you have acted and nave of began. Shall you be called henceforth? And gladly, the black knight rose. Three cheers were given in honor of the emperor and loud cries of joy testified the approbation with which the queen danced still once more with the nave of Bergen.