They were greatly interested in our customs; especially the alpenstocks, for they had not seen any before.
They said that the Neckar road was perfectly level, so we must be going to Switzerland or some other rugged country; and asked us if we did not find the walking pretty fatiguing in such warm weather.

But we said no.
We reached Wimpfen--I think it was Wimpfen--in about three hours, and got out, not the least tired; found a good hotel and ordered beer and dinner--then took a stroll through the venerable old village.

It was very picturesque and tumble-down, and dirty and interesting.

It had queer houses five hundred years old in it, and a military tower 115 feet high, which had stood there more than ten centuries.

I made a little sketch of it.