He was an invalid in the hotel on the banks of the Danube for two weeks.

The constant sight of the inviting water of the Danube started the desire in his heart for another voyage, and it did not take him long to make up his mind to take a run to Buda Pesth, about four hundred and fifty miles below.

When he announced his intention to take this voyage, it was quickly telegraphed all over the country bordering on the river.
Almost the whole city of Linz turned out to bid him goodbye as he stepped into the Danube.

The current was very swift; but the river was greatly cut up by islands and bars.

He could see nothing blue about the Danube.