Harris carried the little watch-like machine called a "pedometer," whose office is to keep count of a man's steps and tell how far he has walked.
Everybody stopped to admire our costumes and give us a hearty "Pleasant march to you!" When we got downtown I found that we could go by rail to within five miles of Heilbronn.

The train was just starting, so we jumped aboard and went tearing away in splendid spirits.

It was agreed all around that we had done wisely, because it would be just as enjoyable to walk DOWN the Neckar as up it, and it could not be needful to walk both ways.

There were some nice German people in our compartment.

I got to talking some pretty private matters presently, and Harris became nervous; so he nudged me and said: "Speak in German--these Germans may understand English." I did so, it was well I did; for it turned out that there was not a German in that party who did not understand English perfectly.