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A Tramp Abroad

  
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ILLUSTRATIONS
  
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CHAPTER I
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CHAPTER II HEIDELBERG
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CHAPTER III BAKER'S BLUEJAY YARN
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CHAPTER IV STUDENT LIFE
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CHAPTER V AT THE STUDENTS' DUELING-GROUND
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CHAPTER VI
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CHAPTER VII
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CHAPTER VIII THE GREAT FRENCH DUEL
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CHAPTER IX
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CHAPTER X
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CHAPTER XI
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CHAPTER XII
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CHAPTER XIII
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CHAPTER XIV
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CHAPTER XV DOWN THE RIVER
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CHAPTER XVI AN ANCIENT LEGEND OF THE RHINE
  
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THE LEGEND
  
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THE LORELEI
  
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THE LORELEI Translated by L. W. Garnham, B.A.
  
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CHAPTER XVII
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CHAPTER XVIII
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CHAPTER XIX
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CHAPTER XX
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CHAPTER XXI
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CHAPTER XXII
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CHAPTER XXIII
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CHAPTER XXIV
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CHAPTER XXV
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CHAPTER XXVI
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CHAPTER XXVII
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CHAPTER XXVIII
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CHAPTER XXIX
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CHAPTER XXX
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CHAPTER XXXI
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CHAPTER XXII
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CHAPTER XXXIII
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CHAPTER XXXIV
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CHAPTER XXXV
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CHAPTER XXXVI
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CHAPTER XXXVII
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CHAPTER XXXVIII
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CHAPTER XXXIX
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CHAPTER XL
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CHAPTER XLI
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CHAPTER XLII
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CHAPTER XLIII
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CHAPTER XLIV
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CHAPTER XLV A CATASTROPHE WHICH COST ELEVEN LIVES
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CHAPTER XLVI
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CHAPTER XLVII
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CHAPTER XLVIII
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CHAPTER XLIX
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CHAPTER L

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APPENDIX
  
The Most Unique and Spicy Volume in Existence. THE INNOCENTS ABROAD OR, THE NEW PILGRIM'S PROGRESS BY MARK TWAIN
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THE LORELEI

I cannot divine what it meaneth,
This haunting nameless pain:
A tale of the bygone ages
Keeps brooding through my brain:
The faint air cools in the glooming,
And peaceful flows the Rhine,
The thirsty summits are drinking
The sunset's flooding wine;
The loveliest maiden is sitting
High-throned in yon blue air,
Her golden jewels are shining,
She combs her golden hair;
She combs with a comb that is golden,
And sings a weird refrain
That steeps in a deadly enchantment
The list'ner's ravished brain:
The doomed in his drifting shallop,
Is tranced with the sad sweet tone,
He sees not the yawning breakers,
He sees but the maid alone:
The pitiless billows engulf him!—
So perish sailor and bark;
And this, with her baleful singing,
Is the Lorelei's gruesome work.
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