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peace　and　good…will　to　men。　　The　trees　were　jubilant

with　birds；　and　the　paths　with　rollicking　children。　

One　could　have　a　seat　in　that　place　and　plenty　of　music；

any　afternoon；　for　about　eight　cents；　or　a　family　ticket

for　the　season　for　two　dollars。　



For　a　change；　when　you　wanted　one；　you　could　stroll

to　the　Castle；　and　burrow　among　its　dungeons；　or　climb

about　its　ruined　towers；　or　visit　its　interior　showsthe

great　Heidelberg　Tun；　for　instance。　　Everybody　has　heard

of　the　great　Heidelberg　Tun；　and　most　people　have　seen　it；

no　doubt。　　It　is　a　wine…cask　as　big　as　a　cottage；　and　some

traditions　say　it　holds　eighteen　thousand　bottles；　and　other

traditions　say　it　holds　eighteen　hundred　million　barrels。　

I　think　it　likely　that　one　of　these　statements　is

a　mistake；　and　the　other　is　a　lie。　　However；　the　mere

matter　of　capacity　is　a　thing　of　no　sort　of　consequence；

since　the　cask　is　empty；　and　indeed　has　always　been　empty；

history　says。　　An　empty　cask　the　size　of　a　cathedral　could

excite　but　little　emotion　in　me。　　I　do　not　see　any　wisdom

in　building　a　monster　cask　to　hoard　up　emptiness　in；

when　you　can　get　a　better　quality；　outside；　any　day；

free　of　expense。　　What　could　this　cask　have　been

built　for？　The　more　one　studies　over　that；　the　more

uncertain　and　unhappy　he　becomes。　　Some　historians　say

that　thirty　couples；　some　say　thirty　thousand　couples；

can　dance　on　the　head　of　this　cask　at　the　same　time。　

Even　this　does　not　seem　to　me　to　account　for　the　building

of　it。　　It　does　not　even　throw　light　on　it。　　A　profound

and　scholarly　Englishmana　specialistwho　had　made

the　great　Heidelberg　Tun　his　sole　study　for　fifteen　years；

told　me　he　had　at　last　satisfied　himself　that　the　ancients

built　it　to　make　German　cream　in。　　He　said　that　the　average

German　cow　yielded　from　one　to　two　and　half　teaspoons　of　milk；

when　she　was　not　worked　in　the　plow　or　the　hay…wagon

more　than　eighteen　or　nineteen　hours　a　day。　　This　milk

was　very　sweet　and　good；　and　a　beautiful　transparent

bluish　tint；　but　in　order　to　get　cream　from　it　in　the

most　economical　way；　a　peculiar　process　was　necessary。　

Now　he　believed　that　the　habit　of　the　ancients　was　to　collect

several　milkings　in　a　teacup；　pour　it　into　the　Great　Tun；

fill　up　with　water；　and　then　skim　off　the　cream　from

time　to　time　as　the　needs　of　the　German　Empire　demanded。　



This　began　to　look　reasonable。　　It　certainly　began

to　account　for　the　German　cream　which　I　had　encountered

and　marveled　over　in　so　many　hotels　and　restaurants。　

But　a　thought　struck　me



〃Why　did　not　each　ancient　dairyman　take　his　own　teacup

of　milk　and　his　own　cask　of　water；　and　mix　them；

without　making　a　government　matter　of　it？'



〃Where　could　he　get　a　cask　large　enough　to　contain

the　right　proportion　of　water？〃



Very　true。　　It　was　plain　that　the　Englishman　had　studied

the　matter　from　all　sides。　　Still　I　thought　I　might　catch

him　on　one　point；　so　I　asked　him　why　the　modern　empire

did　not　make　the　nation's　cream　in　the　Heidelberg　Tun；

instead　of　leaving　it　to　rot　away　unused。　　But　he　answered

as　one　prepared



〃A　patient　and　diligent　examination　of　the　modern　German　cream

had　satisfied　me　that　they　do　not　use　the　Great　Tun　now；

because　they　have　got　a　BIGGER　one　hid　away　somewhere。　

Either　that　is　the　case　or　they　empty　the　spring　milkings

into　the　mountain　torrents　and　then　skim　the　Rhine

all　summer。〃



There　is　a　museum　of　antiquities　in　the　Castle；　and　among

its　most　treasured　relics　are　ancient　manuscripts　connected

with　German　history。　　There　are　hundreds　of　these；

and　their　dates　stretch　back　through　many　centuries。　

One　of　them　is　a　decree　signed　and　sealed　by　the　hand

of　a　successor　of　Charlemagne；　in　the　year　896。　

A　signature　made　by　a　hand　which　vanished　out　of　this　life

near　a　thousand　years　ago；　is　a　more　impressive　thing　than

even　a　ruined　castle。　　Luther's　wedding…ring　was　shown　me；

also　a　fork　belonging　to　a　time　anterior　to　our　era；

and　an　early　bookjack。　　And　there　was　a　plaster　cast

of　the　head　of　a　man　who　was　assassinated　about　sixty

years　ago。　　The　stab…wounds　in　the　face　were　duplicated

with　unpleasant　fidelity。　　One　or　two　real　hairs

still　remained　sticking　in　the　eyebrows　of　the　cast。　

That　trifle　seemed　to　almost　change　the　counterfeit　into

a　corpse。　



There　are　many　aged　portraitssome　valuable；　some　worthless；

some　of　great　interest；　some　of　none　at　all。　　I　bought　a

coupleone　a　gorgeous　duke　of　the　olden　time；　and　the　other

a　comely　blue…eyed　damsel；　a　princess；　maybe。　　I　bought

them　to　start　a　portrait…gallery　of　my　ancestors　with。　

I　paid　a　dollar　and　a　half　for　the　duke　and　a　half

for　the　princess。　　One　can　lay　in　ancestors　at　even

cheaper　rates　than　these；　in　Europe；　if　he　will　mouse

among　old　picture　shops　and　look　out　for　chances。