He leaned wearily back in his seat with his eyes closed much of the time.

But as they began passing places that were connected with interesting scenes of his childhood, he roused himself, and pointed them out with as much enjoyment as if he were a schoolboy, coming home on his first vacation.
"See those queer little towers still left standing on the remnants of the old town wall," he said as they approached Zug.

"The lake front rests on a soft, shifting substratum of sand, and there is danger, when the water is unusually low, that it may not be able to support the weight of the houses built upon it.

One day, over four hundred years ago, part of the wall and some of the towers sank down into the lake with twenty-six houses.
"I have heard my grandmother tell of it, many a time, as she heard the tale from her grandmother.

Many lives were lost that day, and there was a great panic.