My late guide, now, as he said, a friend for life, made a speech to the people, setting forth that he had done that day what he had never thought to do; for, often as he had been to the entrance of the Schafloch--five or six times at the least--he had never before reached the end of the cave.

And to whom, he asked, did he owe it?
All previous Herrschaft under his charge had cried _Immer zurueck!_ but this present Herr had known but one cry, _Immer vorwaerts!_ Luckily the steamer now approached, so the speech came to an end, and he shook hands affectionately, with a vigour that would certainly have transmitted some of the dye, if that material had not become a part of the skin which it coloured.

Then the village also shook hands, having evidently understood what Christian said, notwithstanding the fact that it was intelligible German, and I returned to Thun and Berne.
No.

53 was still the only bed disengaged, for it was very late when I reached Berne; but on my vehement protestations against that unquiet chamber, the landlord most obligingly converted a sofa in his own sitting-room into a temporary bed, and made it over to me.

This room was separated by a door of ground-glass from another sitting-room brilliantly lighted, in which a number of German young gentlemen were feting the return of a comrade after the national manner.