The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-02-23
Correspondence.
LETTER FROM GERMANY.
N O. VI
BERLIN, November Both. III.

But I had already rem aimed too
long, feasting silently on the beaau-
ties around me, and fearing that I
might be caught in these lonely
woods by the fast advancing night,
before I was able to reach my
destination hurried forward over
the Remsteig to find the famous
Luther Beech five miles from here
and somewhere within these gloomy
woods. l had the road accurately
impressed upon my mind, and con-
fidently 1 hurried forward and down
ward with great speed, turned off as
directed and found myself lost. 4
returned, found my old track again,
corrected myself and hurried for
ward again with more caution, and
really came to the described end of
that road in that direction, marked
by large guide tree. I turned off
again to the left as directed, wand
cred and wandered, until the night
found we weary and worn, far from
any habitation or living being, alone
and lost in this extensive, dreary
forest, and no road being visible
anywhere, l concluded not to stray
too far, but make myself as comfort
able as 1 could for the night, and
find my way out in the morning. But
all at once heard the distant chime
| of bells, and with renewed hope, 1
hurried on through the gathering
gloom, tumbling and falling against
stones, trees and roots, until after
an hours wandering (long measure)
I suddenly saw away down before
me lights struggling out of the deep,
and heard the barking of dogs. I
Embarked Immediately, but found
the mountain so steep-the momen-
tum against all my exertions increas
ing so rapidly, that with all the
breaks down 1 changed the proper
mode of descent. How l &ccomp-
llished that terrible slide / cannot
tell, but neither the road or that
manner is found among the modes
| of locomotion in guide books. l
don't think this feat will ever be
attempted again by myself, or any
one else-I found myself in the lit
tie village Steinbach. l was so tired
and bruised as to be non particula
of food, bed or company, and soon
found myself between two feather
beds trying every available position
in a hundred different ways, but
ache my limbs would, until finally
overcome l fell asleep. Feeling
much better in the morning, after a
breakfast, none too good, 1 looked
about me, and found my where
abouts. The village Steinback was
very unipteresting; formerly no
torious for its extreme superstition,
and belief in witches, of which
eighteen were burned and butchered
lin I628-29. A legend is here told
of one Smith Simon, of associates
who sat one evening near the Frau
Ienberg (Frauenberge) watching for
lgame-when suddenly he saw the
devil riding through the air on a
barrel, toward Steinbach. Quick as
a fash Simon aimed at and shot the
rider, hitting his majesty in the leg,
iso that the barrel fell and was bro
Iken in two; it contained brandy.
I took an early start from that
"Luther Beech" which 1 couldn't
give up; but first made a little de-
tour over Bath Lebenstein, fashion
able bathing place, under the direc-
tion of DR.. Martiny; with a little
village of 900 inhabitants. Not far
lis the castle Liebenstein. On the
way is little gothic column with
the bust of the dutches Bernhard of
Weimar bearing the inscription
from Goethe, What has passed
away returns never, but has it pas
sed in light, the light will shine for
ever" A beautiful promenade
leads over the Rock theatre, the
atre of grand and sublime beauty on
both sides of the road. The steep
ascent to the little Chinese house
and the fine prospect from there is
especially commendable; a long
fight OF cunning little stairs, brings
,, one in a round about way back
again to the stairs which lead to the
great Liebenstein Cave. Waiting
long enough to cool of, I was pill
oted into this gloomy wonder
The guide conducts you to beauti