The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-09-07

pan ana rushed ont, when | was
seized by an officer who desired to
know whether Monsieur wss going
60 Schweizerkase.' [ Ishouted, NO,
Switzerland struggling TO get
away, when | discovered that the
train had been gone half an hour.
My over coat was gone, one boot,
my hat, four collars, an indefinite
number OF handkerchiefs, q travel
ers' guide, and several other valu-
ables. The telegraph was called
into requisition. There was no
other train for twelve hours, so,
calmly resigning myself to my fate,
| started to take look at Dion.
It has its triumphal arch, too, Greet
ed long before the oldest triumphal
arch Of Paris; and around the town
are as lovely drives as can be found
in any city in France. Near the
outskirts of Dion is a beautiful
monument, erected to mark the spot
where devoted little band of
French soldiers made their last des-
perate stand against the advance Of
! the victorious Prussial S. It was
grand and heroic sacrifice. No
prisoners were taken, they ali fell
fighting to the last; and to this
Thernopyle Of Dijon the citizens
come on the sweet summer even
lngs, to tell the proud story of her
sons to the passing stranger, who, If
they could not save their country
from the invader, at least knew
how to die for her.
Three O'Clock in the morning
brought another train; and just as
the the shadows of night were fall
ing 1 found myself entering Geneva,
the scenery by the way had been sur
prisingIy grand, some OF the noun
tain gorges being grand beyond des-
cription. The day was stormy, and
heavy masses Of clouds lay on the
SUBMITS of the mountains. Occasion
ly clap Of thunder would seem to
shake the very earth, and then it
would roll aud revclberate away in
the distant mountains, till the sound
was lost III q sort Of hollow moan,
miles and miles away. Ny fellow
voYager, besides my friend Gubbs,
was comfortable looking Dutch
woman, who had made son9 slight
proficiency in foreign tongues, and
was determined not to hide her hgnt
under bushcl. At one poine we
passed a wild cliff III the mountains,
through which a banning torrent
roared and seathed, and finally re-
leased itself from captivity by a des-
perate leap into the valley below
As We dashed by it I held my breath;
there was something almost awtnl
In the scenes and its surroundings.
Even Gubbs, whose mouth was sell
dom shut, was hu>hed in moneu-
tary silence, when my Dutch friend,
whom 1 had qGlta forgotten, gave
me poke in the ribs with her blue
cotton umbrella, exclaming 1T the
same time, in a voice like q cracked
basoon2 | say you misther! don't
you dort dot dot vos poody?' Just
at that moment, when | was reflect
ing on the probable consequences
of numbering Dutchwomaq, 4 ter
rifle clap OF thunder came to my re-
lief. and | indulged IN tbs faint hope
that some vagrant bolt might strike
her. BY this time we had reached
wild pass, where beetling cliffs
lowered over Us thousands ST feet
At one point huge mass of rock
hung almost suspended In the
air, and IL looked as though the
hand of an infant could have launch
ed it on the valley below. | was
looking up in wonder, and had al
most forgotten my villianous inter
ruption, when she broke in again,
giving me another Dig with in the
ribs with the point OF that blue cotton
umbrella say, Meester! don't
ecu dort dot dem vos poody sthones
oop dare?' | was choking. The mag
nifcent description which I had
been preparing for the Swiss Alps
was knocked into several cooked
hats, and now the presumption Is
that posterity will never know
what l wonld have said, If it had
not been for that horrible
Dutchwoman.
Geneva, with its history Of heroic
sacrifice. Of bitter persecution and
bigotry, its philosophy, its science
.pd a,+ ~ not a nartia,,Ia,. ;,v;ti,-