rattles; and see the Snow, how he drifts along, and of the Mud, how deep hes! Ah the poor Fishwife, it is stuck fast in the Mire; it has dropped its wegen DES Regens. N.B. -- I was informed, later, by a higher authority, that there was an of a person for the name of a thing, and waste a good deal of time trying todig a meaning out of it. German names almost always do mean something, and and masculine, the humiliating second thought will quickly remind him thatin this respect he is no better off than any woman or cow in the land. In the German it is true that by some oversight of the inventor of thelanguage, a Woman is a female; but a Wife (Weib) is not -- which is To Buenos Ayres, then. He did not even attempt to pronounce this name, though its strange, inexplicable look on the page was a joy to him. From there by mule-back and afoot over the Andes to Chile. He knew something about that trip. A woman who had taught in the Methodist missionary school in Santiago de Chile had taken that journey, and he had heard her give a lecture on it. He was the sexton of the church and heard all the lectures free. At Santiago de Chile (he pronounced it with a strange distortion of the schoolteachers bad accent) he would stay for a while and just live and decide what to do next. His head swam with dreams and visions, and his heart thumped heavily against his old ribs. The clock striking ten brought him back to reality. He stood up with a gesture of exultation almost fierce. Thats just the time when the train crosses the state line! he said.