The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-11-08
A RHINE LEGEND.
EMS.

EMS.
The watering place, Ems, is prettily
situated on the river Lain, hemmed in
asetween it and the cliffs of the Baeder-
lev. which recede from the waters edge
only far enough to allow room for a row
ct houses. 1t is neither town nor vii
Aage, but collection of lodging-houses,
wish Che Kurhaus in themidst. In the front
of them runs the high road. and between
Ik and the river long, narrow strip of
garden, forming sort of terrace by
Che water-side, and serving as prom
,enade for the guests. A band of music
plays here morning and evening, to the
r5ane of whose instruments the guests
digest their rotations of spa water.
Those who are ambitious to extend their
walks beyond this, unless they confne
themselves to the borders of the beauti-
ful Lain, must begin Immediately to
ascend, so near at hand are the hills.
*a8Jhe place is very hot in summer, from
38eing shut in with the hills; but the
woods around afford shade, and in a
quarter of an hour the SUBMITS of the
mountains may be scaled, whence the
rambler may enjoy the purest breezes
and most expanded views Of Rheinland.
Many years ago, when travelling
through the mountainous scenery Of
iRheiniand, I CHANGED to remain for
sGrne time at that pleasant watering
place, Ems. During my stay, / made
GGle acquaintance of an aged German
named Paul Halter. He was man pos
Gessed Of a kindly disposition, albeit of
o. thoughtful-or what some persons
would designate a somber and melan-
,oholy-temperament. Very rarely in
deed was he to be seen in any entertain
Rlent Of a festive character. | can not
describe him better than by saying that
hIs was q nature both tender and
thoughtful. It is easy enough to pick
1up companions or associates at Ems, or
'a9theE German watering places, where
one sees such a diversity Of character
such picturesque groupings of the great
human famil y-that one is enabled to
take novel view of life. Soon after my
first meeting with Halter, party of ex-
cglrs30nists arrived at Ems, and, like
most sight-seers, were prodigal in their
description OF the wonders Witnessed
during their travels. We were made ac-
quninted with the fact that they were
but recently returned from Bohemia,
and were favored with a glowing de-
@8eription of certain caverns they had Wis
2ted- Paul Halter listened to the con-
"0Tergation; but / could see by the ex-
preston OF his countenance that the
words uttered by the party had marked
~eetfe<5 upon him. Toward evening, when
= we we've alone together, he heaved a
~deep-drawn sigh, and said, "Those peo-
>1oie have opened q wound afresh. I have
3 good reason to remember the caves about
which they were discoursing 80 pleas
aantly."
"You !" I calculated. Chow SOP"
=" II you care to listen to the nara
ave, / will tell you" he observed, SEN
cautiously, "and then you will know
why it is that I am the moody, melan-
choly man you see me-"
Of course ! at once assented to his
proposal, and, after little hesitation.
ne proceeded to narrate the following
story of
4 HUNTED BEAR,
80 You will not be much cheered by the
4accouz6 of my trials and sufferings,
which had so sad an ending" said Halter;
but there is, to certain extent, at all
times q melancholy pleasure in making
known ones secret griefs OF troubles
fo q sympathizing friend like yourself.
Many, many years ago L was staying
with fellow-student named Marcus,
&an lovely valley in Bohemia. [
vqwag the accepted sutton of his sister,
Karine, who was my first, my last, and,
!. indeed, my only love. During my visit
= we had made many little pleasant excur-
ysions, for was not then the gloomy
naisanthrope you know now. One day
nit was arranged for a party of us to go
80 the cave, of which you have already
had description. So one fine, glorious
summer afternoon we found ourselves,
after journey of about three miles,
standing before the wild and
Jagged rocks of its entrance. Our
party consisted of myself, an English
gentleman named Nettlefold, my college
~ssium Marcus, Karine, and her sister
Agat-the last-named being a fair
haired, bright-eyed little girl of II, who
was, Of course, child-like, delighted at
e7flng permitted to accompany us upon
such an expedition. While we were
waiting for the party to assemble, a
feeling of depression came over me. I
~uEas all at once subject to strange pre-
sentiment of evil, which, alas I after
ward found was but too well grounded.
Marcus, who was much better acquaint-
~aa with the nature of the subterranean
cayerns than any of us, struck light,
with which he ignited three torches.
One of these he gave to me, another to
Mr.. Nettlefold, and the last he carried
nA1inaseH. We then entered the hateful,
'odious cavern, and proceeded to climb
over the rough blocks of stone heaped
one upon another at it's base. On the
left, the adjacent caves frowned on us,
and our lights failed to penetrate their
gloomy recesses. need not enter into
.any heightened description of the APP
earance Of the several cayerns. as you