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We witnessed the opening scenes of a very amusing little comedy at one of the towns where the train drew up. The chief characters were played by an active young goat, a small boy, an elderly man and a woman, parents of the small boy and owners of the goat, and a dog. WE WITNESSED THE OPENING SCENES OF A VERY AMUSING LITTLE COMEDY AT ONE OF THE TOWNS WHERE THE TRAIN DREW UP THE CHIEF CHARACTERS WERE PLAYED BY AN ACTIVE YOUNG GOAT A SMALL BOY AN ELDERLY MAN AND A WOMAN PARENTS OF THE SMALL BOY AND OWNERS OF THE GOAT AND A DOG
 banks of the Rhine, if I had not been haunted at the time by the idea that I should have to write an account of it next day in my diary. As it was, I enjoyed it as a man enjoys a dinner when he has got to make a speech after it, or as a critic enjoys a play. We passed such odd little villages every here and there. Little places so crowded up between the railway and the river that there was no room in them for any streets. All the houses were jumbled up together just anyhow, and how any man who lived in the middle could get home without climbing over half the other houses in the place I could not make out. They were the sort of villages where a man's mother-in-law, coming to pay him a visit, might wander around all day, hearing him, and even now and then seeing him, yet never being able to get at him in consequence of not knowing the way in. A drunken man, living in one of these villages, could never hope to get home. He would have to sit down outside, and wait till his head was clear. ING'S SPIN ALONG THE BANKS OF THE RHINE IF I HAD NOT BEEN HAUNTED AT THE TIME BY THE IDEA THAT I SHOULD HAVE TO WRITE AN ACCOUNT OF IT NEXT DAY IN MY DIARY AS IT WAS I ENJOYED IT AS A MAN ENJOYS A DINNER WHEN HE HAS GOT TO MAKE A SPEECH AFTER IT OR AS A CRITIC ENJOYS A PLAY WE PASSED SUCH ODD LITTLE VILLAGES EVERY HERE AND THERE LITTLE PLACES SO CROWDED UP BETWEEN THE RAILWAY AND THE RIVER THAT THERE WAS NO ROOM IN THEM FOR ANY STREETS ALL THE HOUSES WERE JUMBLED UP TOGETHER JUST ANYHOW AND HOW ANY MAN WHO LIVED IN THE MIDDLE COULD GET HOME WITHOUT CLIMBING OVER HALF THE OTHER HOUSES OF THE PLACE I COULD NOT MAKE OUT THEY WERE THE SORT OF VILLAGES WHERE A MAN'S MOTHER IN LAW COMING TO PAY HIM A VISIT MIGHT WANDER AROUND ALL DAY HEARING HIM AND EVEN NOW AND THEN SEEING HIM YET NEVER BEING ABLE TO GET AT HIM IN CONSEQUENCE OF NOT KNOWING THE WAY IN A DRUNKEN MAN LIVING IN ONE OF THESE VILLAGES COULD NEVER HOPE TO GET HOME HE WOULD HAVE TO SIT DOWN OUTSIDE AND WAIT TILL HIS HEAD WAS CLEAR
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