ds in getting them out of the scrape.

"What did you drink?" asked McKeon.

"Wine," answered the tippler.

"What kind of wine?"

"I don't know--_eau de vie_."

"_Eau de vie!_" exclaimed Blount, whose knowledge of French was above
the average of that of "our fellows."

"That's what we called for," added Grossbeck.

"And it was as strong as camphene," said Lynch, as he tumbled into bed.

"It was brandy!" laughed Blount.

The boys all laughed at the blunder, and Lynch repeated his pledge not
to drink any strong liquors, wine, or beer again. Grossbeck defended his
conduct by saying that he had heard a great deal about the light wines
of Europe, which people drank like water, and he did not suppose a
couple of thimblefuls of it would hurt them.

"Call for _vin rouge_ next time," laughed Blount; "that means red wine,
or claret. It isn't much stronger than water."

"No, sir!" ejaculated Lynch, springing up in bed, though with much
difficulty; "I shall not call for red wine, or anything of the sort.
From this time, henceforth and forevermore, I'm a temperance man. I
won't drink anything but water, and only a little of that. I feel
cheaper than Napoleon when he landed on the Island of St. Helena."

The party turned in, and in a short time all of them, tired out by the
fatigues of the day, were fast asleep. Mr. Fluxion, before half past
eleven, had reported all the students in the house. At six o'clock in
the morning all hands were turned out, and several squads of them were
exploring the city on their own account. But it was not till after
breakfast that a systematic excursion was organized. A number of
omnibuses and one-horse barouches, or _voitures_, had been engaged by
Mr. Fluxion, and, seated in these, the ship's company proceeded to the
Grande Place, which is a large square, with the Hotel de Ville on one
side, and the old Palace, or Broodhuis, on the other side.

The Hotel de Ville is one of the most splendid municipal palaces in the
Low Countries, where these structures are always magnificent specimens
of architecture. The spire, of open work, in Gothic style, is three
hundred and sixty-four feet high. The vane, which is a gilded copper
figure of St. Michael, is seventeen feet high. The building was erected
in the fifteenth century.

By the attention of the governor of Antwerp, several officials were in
readiness to escort the visitors through the city; and at their beck the
doors of public buildings and