On this
occasion, as on many others, the acute and daring publisher gave proof
of the _flair_ which made him the greatest in the North. He
accepted the little book without raising any difficulties, merely
remarking that it would have to be spread out a little in the printing,
that it might not look too thin. Even before the pamphlet was mentioned
in the Press, its author was on his way to foreign parts.
III.
On one of the first days of November, I journeyed, in a tremendous
storm, to Luebeck, the characteristic buildings of which (the Church of
Mary, the Exchange, the Town-hall), together with the remains of the old
fortifications, aroused my keen interest. In this Hanse town, with its
strongly individual stamp, I found myself carried back three hundred
years.
I was amazed at the slave-like dress of the workmen, the pointed hats of
the girls, and the wood pavements, which were new to me.
I travelled through Germany with a Portuguese, a little doctor from the
University of Coimbra, in whose queer French fifteen was _kouss_
and Goethe _Shett_. A practical American, wrapped up in a
waterproof, took up three places to lie down in one evening, pretended
to sleep, and never stirred all night, forcing his inexperienced fellow-
travellers to crowd up into the corners of the carriage, and when the
day broke, chatted with them as pleasantly as if they and he were the
best friends in the world.
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