Year: 1878

by cry nom my friend GuObs, 1or
Gubbs had lost his money. Now
Gubbs was my treasurer, and Sc
questration or loss of the public
funds involved the most serious dis
aster. I searched his pockets, l
examined his hat, I-made him pull
off his boots, 7 went through his
vest, but without the slightest sue
cess blank ruin stared us in the
face; we rushed up to the officer on
guard, and stated our case in the
| most intelligent German that we
! could muster, to be met with a
bluff Nix for Stay, accompanied
| with a gentle hint that he did not
understand Russian-Russian be-
blessed, said l, I am an American,
a distinguished American traveller,
beware how your Swiss bear arouses
the American eagle. While we
we're talking the train moved quiet
ly off, carrying with it my railroad
ticket,my boots, my hat for the jour
ney being a long one, I had been
indulging myself in slippers and
smoking cap), and in addition to
the loss above stated, was some
valuable property which I could
have mortgaged for dinner or
lodging if I had been reduced to
that dire extremity. A Swiss town,
or more especially the city of the
bears, is not pleasant place to be
caught in without money, for they
have lots Of their own kind in that
predicament, and I regret to say,
that travellers without money in
Switzerland are held but in in
different estimation. While sunk
in the lowest depths Of financial
misery and disaster, a ray Of sun
light came. One fat policeman
rushed up to another fat policeman,
there was hurried confab, and the
result of it was that some one had
found Gubbs' money; then came the
necessary forms to get it back
identifcations, afidavits, measure
ments, examinations-and at last,
after several hours delay, Gubbs
recovered his funds, which were
sadly depleted by the necessary
gratuities, which testified our ap-
probation of the sterling honesty
which distinguishes the city Of the
bears. With light hearts again we
proceeded on our journey, Gubbs
putting seven pins over the tops OF
his pocket to assure us against the
recurrence Of any such disaster.
The shadows Of night were falling
as we entered Lucerne, and n o
very short time we were snugly
ensconced in the Switzerhof in
room looking out upon the lake;
all along the shore the lights
twinkled and shone like little gol-
den spangles, and on every side
might be seen the dim outline Of
those grand old mountains, for
ever linked with the names Of Tell
and liberty. The sounds Of sweet
music foated over the waters, and
the gay laughter of merry voices
added to the charm of the scene,
and thinking of my distant home,
and of the chances of ever seeing
it again, I was soon in the land Of
dreams. Bright and early I was
up and rushing around to see the
sights. One building particularly
struck me on the hill !; I was won
ering whose castle it was, and what
we're the traditions of the noble
lord who inhabited it how many
princesses had been hurled from it's
battlements; and how it had with
stood the attacks of the invading
foe. Just then a fat fellow came
along, of whom I enquired for a
few scraps of its early history,


when T discovered it was a lager
beer brewery. The great Lion of
Lucerne next demanded my atten-
ton, for every traveller makes it a
point to see this magnificent work
of art, carved in the solid rock to
commemorate the heroic sacrifice
of the Swiss general who perished
in defence of the Tuilleries, at the
commencement of the French revo-
luton. A trip up the Lake of
Lucerne was one Of the pleasant


events of the tour. Away to
the right the Jungfrau, wrapped
in her mantle Of spotless white, lay
peacefully against the sky, and on


the left, the Riga rose majestically;