I told him, "No"; and attempted to pass on, but he said:
"No, no! You don't pay, you don't go in there," and shut the gate.
He said this sentence in English; and the precision and fluency with
which he delivered it rather suggested the idea that it was a phrase
much in request, and one that he had had a good deal of practice in.
It is very prevalent throughout Germany, this custom of not allowing
you to go in to see a thing unless you pay.
END OF SATURDAY, 24TH, AND BEGINNING OF SUNDAY, 25TH - CONTINUED
The Rhine! - How History is Written. - Complicated Villages. - How a
Peaceful Community Was Very Much Upset. - The German Railway Guard. -
His Passion for Tickets. - We Diffuse Comfort and Joy Wherever We Go,
Gladdening the Weary, and Bringing Smiles to Them that Weep. -
"Tickets, Please." - Hunting Experiences. - A Natural Mistake. - Free
Acrobatic Performance by the Guard. - The Railway Authorities' Little
Joke. - Why We Should Think of the Sorrows of Others.
We returned to the station just in time to secure comfortable seats,
and at 5.10 steamed out upon our fifteen hours' run to Munich. From
Bonn to Mayence the line keeps by the side of the Rhine nearly the
whole of the way, and we had a splendid view of the river, with the
old-world towns and villages that cluster round its bank, the misty
mountains that make early twilight upon its swiftly rolling waves,
the castled crags and precipices that rise up sheer and majestic
from its margin, the wooded rocks that hang with threatening frown
above its sombre depths, the ruined towers and turrets that cap each
point along its shores, the pleasant isles that stud like gems its
broad expanse of waters.
