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the mountains. It was a very fatiguing climb, though far from steep;
we did not notice the wearisomeness so much in consequence of the
surrounding scenery, which was most beautiful. There were hills o
either side of us and in front, covered with trees whose foliage wa„
magnificent; some were just turning brown, others were perfectly red,
whilst others were still of a dark green line; behind us lay the valley
of the Neckar, which is very pretty on account of the many twinings
of that river. After walking on for some time we reached the top
of the mountain, and then began to descend the other side, where
we saw that some of the sides of the mountains were cultivated,
as there were several potato fields there. A short walk brought us
to the village called Schönau; there we stopped for a few minutes.
All the fellows on the trip collected together in a Hotel, where they
received money for their dinner from the master who was in charge,
some of us partook of a small lunch, and then proceeded along a
valley between two hills, on a flat straight road for some time, till
we came in sight of an old tower and church, which, when we got
farther on, we perceived to be the Old Castle and Choren of Neckar*
steinach. Leaving them behind Ave arrived in the village itself,
which is on the right bank of the Neckar, about ten miles upstream
east of Heidelberg. There we had dinner and then again separated;
some preferring to walk home, others to go by boat. I think those
who went back by boat were the best off, as they reached home
earlier than those walking, were not so tired, and had the pleasure
of the last boating on the river for the season.
It was fully half past seven when all had again assembled in
the College, and luckily we all reached home before it began to
rain, which it threatened to do towards evening, as the wind changed
and' the whole sky, which was so clear in the morning, became
clouded over. Having thus spent a most pleasant holiday, and all
being tired out, we sat down to our evening meal, and retired to bed
as soon as possible afterwards, to dream of the pleasures of the day.
My Experiences of Photography.
Having read sundry stirring articles under the headings of
,,Every boy his own Photographer", or „The young student of science",
not to mention touching advertisements about „Alling the family album
with reminiscences of absent friends", I determined to try my hand
at photography. Having purchased a cheap camera and lens, and a
motley assortment of evil smelling compounds, the next thing I Avanted
was a dark room; but where was I to get a dark room? There
was not a vacant cupboard in the house more than two feet deep
and if I operated in the cellar, I had fears of mixing the fumes of
my compounds with the wine. However, after much reflection, I came
to the conclusion that the only place I could operate in was an old
toolshed in the garden; so I immediately set to work stopping up
the cracks with brown paper, and it did not make a bad place after
all. Having thus got over the main difficulties about the apparatus,
I asked a friend to let me take his portrait; lie did not seem to mind,
so I stuck him up against the garden wall, and being just about to
uncap the lens to take him, 1 was foolish enough to Bay ,Now, mind
we did not notice the wearisomeness so much in consequence of the
surrounding scenery, which was most beautiful. There were hills o
either side of us and in front, covered with trees whose foliage wa„
magnificent; some were just turning brown, others were perfectly red,
whilst others were still of a dark green line; behind us lay the valley
of the Neckar, which is very pretty on account of the many twinings
of that river. After walking on for some time we reached the top
of the mountain, and then began to descend the other side, where
we saw that some of the sides of the mountains were cultivated,
as there were several potato fields there. A short walk brought us
to the village called Schönau; there we stopped for a few minutes.
All the fellows on the trip collected together in a Hotel, where they
received money for their dinner from the master who was in charge,
some of us partook of a small lunch, and then proceeded along a
valley between two hills, on a flat straight road for some time, till
we came in sight of an old tower and church, which, when we got
farther on, we perceived to be the Old Castle and Choren of Neckar*
steinach. Leaving them behind Ave arrived in the village itself,
which is on the right bank of the Neckar, about ten miles upstream
east of Heidelberg. There we had dinner and then again separated;
some preferring to walk home, others to go by boat. I think those
who went back by boat were the best off, as they reached home
earlier than those walking, were not so tired, and had the pleasure
of the last boating on the river for the season.
It was fully half past seven when all had again assembled in
the College, and luckily we all reached home before it began to
rain, which it threatened to do towards evening, as the wind changed
and' the whole sky, which was so clear in the morning, became
clouded over. Having thus spent a most pleasant holiday, and all
being tired out, we sat down to our evening meal, and retired to bed
as soon as possible afterwards, to dream of the pleasures of the day.
My Experiences of Photography.
Having read sundry stirring articles under the headings of
,,Every boy his own Photographer", or „The young student of science",
not to mention touching advertisements about „Alling the family album
with reminiscences of absent friends", I determined to try my hand
at photography. Having purchased a cheap camera and lens, and a
motley assortment of evil smelling compounds, the next thing I Avanted
was a dark room; but where was I to get a dark room? There
was not a vacant cupboard in the house more than two feet deep
and if I operated in the cellar, I had fears of mixing the fumes of
my compounds with the wine. However, after much reflection, I came
to the conclusion that the only place I could operate in was an old
toolshed in the garden; so I immediately set to work stopping up
the cracks with brown paper, and it did not make a bad place after
all. Having thus got over the main difficulties about the apparatus,
I asked a friend to let me take his portrait; lie did not seem to mind,
so I stuck him up against the garden wall, and being just about to
uncap the lens to take him, 1 was foolish enough to Bay ,Now, mind