Custom-house officers, a race of beings ever associated with frontier towns, here boarded our vessel, and rummaged every thing.

My daguerreotype apparatus, which I had locked up in a small box, was looked upon with an eye of suspicion; but upon my assertion that it was exclusively intended for my own use, I and my apparatus were graciously dismissed.
In our onward journey we frequently observed rocks of peculiar shapes, which have appropriate names, such as the "Zirkelstein," "Lilienstein," &c.

The Konigstein is a collection of jagged masses of rock, on which is built the fortress of the same name, used at present as a prison for great criminals.

At the foot of the rocks lies the little town of Konigstein.

Not far off, on the right bank, a huge rock, resting on others, bears a striking resemblance to a human head.