CHAPTER VI.
Why we went to Hanover--Something they do better abroad--The art of polite foreign conversation, as taught in English schools--A true history, now told for the first time--The French joke, as provided for the amusement of British youth--Fatherly instincts of Harris--The road- waterer, considered as an artist--Patriotism of George--What Harris ought to have done--What he did--We save Harris's life--A sleepless city--The cab-horse as a critic.
We arrived in Hamburg on Friday after a smooth and uneventful voyage; and from Hamburg we travelled to Berlin by way of Hanover.

It is not the most direct route.

I can only account for our visit to Hanover as the nigger accounted to the magistrate for his appearance in the Deacon's poultry-yard.
"Well ?" "Yes, sar, what the constable sez is quite true, sar; I was dar, sar." "Oh, so you admit it?
And what were you doing with a sack, pray, in Deacon Abraham's poultry-yard at twelve o'clock at night ?" "I'se gwine ter tell yer, sar; yes, sar.

I'd been to Massa Jordan's wid a sack of melons.

Yes, sar; an' Massa Jordan he wuz very 'greeable, an' axed me for ter come in." "Yes, sar, very 'greeable man is Massa Jordan.