cannot go out of adjoining premises at the same time without
collision.
Though my friend in Lubeck was a stranger, as a brother jeweller he gave
me friendly welcome. Having inquired into my resources, he said, "You
must take the _viaticum_."--"It is like begging," I
answered.--"Nonsense," he replied; "you pay for it when you are in work,
and have a right to it when travelling."--"But I might find employment,
on inquiry."--"Do not be alarmed, my friend; there is not a job to be
done in the whole city." I was forced, therefore, by my friend's
good-natured earnestness, to make the usual demand throughout the little
group of goldsmiths, and having thus satisfied the form, I was conducted
to our Guild alderman and treasurer. A little quiet conversation passed
between them, and the cash-box was then emptied out into my hand; it
contained twenty-eight Hamburg shillings, equal to two shillings in
English money.
I returned to my hotel and slept in a good bed that night. The morning
broke heavily, and promised a day's rain. Through the lowering weather
and the dismal streets I went to the police office to get my passport
_vised_ for Schwerin in Mecklenburg. Most dismal streets! The Lubeckers
were complaining of loss of trade, and yearned for a railway from Lubeck
to Hamburg. But the line would run through a corner of Holstein, and no
such thing would be tolerated by the Duke. The Lubeckers wanted the
Russian traffic to come through their town and on to Hamburg by rail.
The Duke of Holstein wished to bring it through his little port of Kiel
upon the Baltic.
Too poor to loiter on the road, having got my passport _vised_, I again
strapped the knapsack to my back, and set out through the long avenues of
trees over the long, wet road, through bitter wind and driving rain.
Soaked with rain, and shivering with cold, I entered the village of
Schoneberg at two o'clock, just after the rain had ceased, as deplorable
a figure as a man commonly presents when all the vigour has been washed
out of his face, and his clothes hang limp and damp about his body.
Wearied to death, I halted at the door of an inn, but was told
inhospitably--miserable tramp as I seemed, and was--that "I could go to
the next house." At the next house they again refused me, already
humbled, and advised me to go to The Tall Grenadier. That is a house of
call for masons. I went to it, and was received there hospitably. My
knapsack being waterproof, I coul
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