Traveling in Europe; a Series of Letters Contributed to the Owego Times During a Year of Travel in Europe, July 1900 to July 1901

George Matthew Dutcher

ISBN 10: 1356212700 / ISBN 13: 9781356212705

Edité par Touchladybirdlucky Studios Mai 2016, 2016

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• Titre: Traveling in Europe; a Series of Letters Contributed to the Owego Times During a Year of Travel in Europe, July 1900 to July 1901
• Éditeur: Touchladybirdlucky Studios Mai 2016
• Date de parution: 2016
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN à 10 chiffres: 1356212700
• ISBN à 13 chiffres: 9781356212705
• Reliure: Buch
• État de l'article: Neu
• Dimensions: 234 L x 156 H x 21 P (en millimètres) 234 millimètres de largeur par 156 millimètres de hauteur par 21 millimètres de profondeur
• Poids: 649 grammes

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Thus there was a certain feeling of relief when the train started and I knew that everything that could be done had had been done. As for anticipations, I was too much taken up with the present to worry about them. In Binghamton, I found my cousin, Dr. Sboutenburg, waiting in the station to speed me on my way. After Binghamton, I indulged in somewhat futile attempts to sleep, but the futility of my efforts became so evident as the train climed Mount Pocono, that I gave up the effort. Here the dawn was just beginning to tinge the east and gradually the golden glow increased, and the outlines of the mountains, valleys, trees and towns became more distinct. Then came the glorious sunrise, with its views of theD elaware Water Gap. By the time the train had crossed the Jersey meadows and landed me at Ho boken, another hot summer day was in full sway. In the station at Hoboken I found friends who were to sail by another boat, but they were able to present me to friends of theirs who were to sail on the same steamer as I. Thus was the first steamer acquaintance made on land. My first care was to go to the wharf of the Hamburg-A merican line from which my steamer, the Phoenicia, was to sail, and to see that all my bag gage was safely disposed. A shipload of immigrants had just been landed and the hubbub and confusion especially the confusion of tongues was bewildering. By dint of bothering three or four German employees, I succeeded after a quarter of an hour in getting all my goods properly cared for. In the process, I discovered a young man with a hat that matched my own madly tumbling over the baggage piece by piece. A second glance, however,assured me that the mad energy was but a temporary outburst, for he was a suave graduate student and instructor from Cornell, who was to be my fellow-traveler to the foreign shore, where he was to pursue the study of medicine
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