New-York daily tribune., 1851-09-27
NEW TRACKS ON OLD ROADS.
WALK IN The CHwARZWALD.
OF thsE I TrituRe.

walk @, a hundred miles IN The SchwarZwald.
Just as was coming out from Baden-Bad /
Lad the good fortune 20 tall N with an elderly
gentlemen, who told ne he was going TO EbeT-
stem. As our course lay IN the same direction.
We kept n company, and walking slowly along
tina, hot afternoon. he asking questions about
America. where son was settled as physician,
and | asking questions about Germany we be-
came better acquainted. We parted three days
afterward at Oppenau. with real regret on my
side He had become my oldest acquaintance
this side the Rhine He was a Wuremberger,
had travelled through France, Italy. the Tyrol.
and all parts OF Germany. and now, at the
age Of sxty-two, was making tour OF few
days on foot in the German fashion, 70 ENJOY
again some Of the fine scenery OF Baden. When
Younger, he had gone on foot through the Tyrol.
accompanied by his two daughters, one Of whom
was eleven wears old. In those days he would
20 for ten hours together but now he must move
slowly, and grew weary at the end OF twenty
five miles, which he seemed 10 think required an
explanation Beside the necessaries Of the
tourney. he carried n his sack several little
manuscript books, filled with choice extracts
from the Latin and German classics, especially
from sententious Horace These. he SAID he
loved to have about him. and when he stopped
alone to rest he read from them by. way OF re-
freshnent He was favorable specimen OF the
national character in certain class. With a
little of the pedantry Of the University stlll
clingng to him, with all the catholic German
spirit toward differing opinions and foreign
literature. simplicity Of heart the utmost friend
illness, and quick open sense OF beauty IN art
and nature. The results of travel and extended
reading were matured by time and thought, and
impaired easily on the suggestions OF the mo-
ment In politics, which were often topic of
conversation by the way. he was liberal, agree
ing at all points with his brother who Is OF some
prominence in the movement party. From his
position. however, as well as from temperament
and an old mans love OF quiet. he takes no
active part IN the ferment of the times. Per
hapS on that account he was better authority
as reporter upon II. Ie spoke most decidedly,
though with a certain moderation, of the evils
OF kingcraft OF the necessity for thorough re-
form, and of the suicidal course OF the reaction
that was Fastening on an inevitable revolution.
That revolution, he hoped that ne might not live
to see 1t would be more thorough going, more
bloody, he feared. than the last outbreak. Such
fear evidently possesses the reactlonary party
Their restless anxiety is testified 10y frequent
imprisonments on bare suspicion, by searching
Of private houses and prosecution of editors on
the slightest protenses, by imposing ever new
restriction. on freedom of thought and speech,
and even Of dress and amusement. EnOughinStan-
&c. in all these kinds are to be read in the daily
journals enough more. with comments. are told
me almost daily, but they need not be repeated
The orders issued by the authorities, are IN their
very terms the fullest proof OF abiding fear and
of the cruelty that belongs TO fear. And am
willing to believe, that generally the cruelties
and unjust prosecutions of the last three years
are more the result OF cowarChce and distrust and
ignorance, than of malicious purpose, on the
part Of princes and their underngs. The princes
of Germany are, IL the main, stupid but rather
welmeanng set of creatures. There are eI-
ceptionS both as to the stupidity and the good IN
tention. But of them and Their morality another
time
At present of our walk, along a smooth high
way, among pine and fir woods-through the oc-
casional opening of which we caught ghmpses
of rare scenery-cabinet pictures OF nature-tiil
we came to the Castle of Ebersten, that stands
on a precipitous hight overlooking the valley OF
the Murg for length of twenty miles The
present edlfice Is restoration OF modern date,
upon the foundations of the old fortress. The
story goes that once in the old times a certain
Count of EberStein was beleagured here by the
Wmtembergers Treachery opened the gates
of the fastness 70 the enemy, who rushed IN with
fierce shouts OF victory Nothing seemed lcit
for the Count but Imprisonment or death. But
he remembered that his good horse was strong
Of limb and sure of foot Casting look OF def
ance on his pursuerS who felt sure of their pr ',
he Put spurs to the horse and dashed down the
precipice where none dared follow The Nurg
received him and he was safely borne 10 the other
bank, while the ioiled Wurtembergers looked on
IN idle rage.
Toward night-fall We met whole iamllrs OF
peasants, each carrying on the head heavy
bundle Of the grain they had been harvesting.
In Weisseabach. the PIGS OF the village were
coming home from day IN the country, m
long struggling tram physically miserable,
stralght.slded, arch-backed, sharpsnouied breed
but very astute. Ii was amusing 10 see them
hurryng along in prospect of the night feed. but
ever with sharp eye to anything edible that lay
in the way ! have not seen what we should
call a iat pig IN Germany. We lodged az an Inn
where the gastzimmer was profusely ornamenled
with the horns of roe> They had been shot IN
the late Revolution, when the pleasures Of the
chase ceased TO be the privilege OF the few. The
commons then carried on a war, almost OF eIter-
mination. against these graceful little animals,
that under the protection of The old laws used to
90 their fields serious n ury. There hung asoa
picture entitled the betrothal !, represented the
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