The journey takes an hour and a half, the last half-hour being spent in a canal leading south from the Maas and ultimately joining Dort's confluence of waters.
It is these rivers that give Dort her peculiar charm.

There is a little cafe on the quay facing the sunset where one may sit and lose oneself in the eternally interesting movement of the shipping.

I found the town distracting under the incessant clanging of the tram bell (yet grass grows among the paving-stones between the rails); but there is no distraction opposite the sunset.

On the evening that I am remembering the sun left a sky of fiery orange barred by clouds of essential blackness.
Dort's rivers are the Maas and the Waal, the Linge and the Merwede; and when in 1549 Philip of Spain visited the city, she flourished this motto before him:-- Me Mosa, me Vahalis, me Linga Morvaque cingunt Biternam Batavae virginis ecce fidens.
The fidelity, at least to Philip and Spain, disappeared; but the four rivers still as of old surround Dort with a cincture.
I must give, in the words of the old writer who tells it, the pretty legend which explains the origin of the Dort coat of arms: "There is an admirable history concerning that beautiful and maiden city of Holland called Dort.

The Spaniards had intended an onslaught against it, and so they had laid thousands of old soldiers in ambush.