ome morsels of tough statistics. In
the shadow of those Gothic houses the fact that Hamburg was one of
the greatest coffee marts and money marts of the world had a romantic
glamour; and the fact that in the four years from 1870 till 1874 a
quarter of a million emigrants sailed on her ships for the United
States seemed to stretch a nerve of kindred feeling from those mediaeval
streets through the whole shabby length of Third Avenue.

It was perhaps in this glamour, or this feeling of commercial
solidarity, that March went to have a look at the Hamburg Bourse, in the
beautiful new Rathhaus. It was not undergoing repairs, it was too new
for that; but it was in construction, and so it fulfilled the function
of a public edifice, in withholding its entire interest from the
stranger. He could not get into the Senate Chamber; but the Bourse was
free to him, and when he stepped within, it rose at him with a roar of
voices and of feet like the New York Stock Exchange. The spectacle was
not so frantic; people were not shaking their fists or fingers in each
other's noses; but they were all wild in the tamer German way, and
he was glad to mount from the Bourse to the poor little art gallery
upstairs, and to shut out its clamor. He was not so glad when he looked
round on these, his first, examples of modern German art. The custodian
led him gently about and said which things were for sale, and it made
his heart ache to see how bad they were, and to think that, bad as they
were, he could not buy any of them.

XXII.

In the start from Cuxhaven the passengers had the irresponsible ease of
people ticketed through, and the steamship company had still the charge
of their baggage. But when the Marches left Hamburg for Leipsic (where
they had decided to break the long pull to Carlsbad), all the anxieties
of European travel, dimly remembered from former European days, offered
themselves for recognition. A porter vanished with their hand-baggage
before they could note any trait in him for identification; other
porters made away with their trunks; and the interpreter who helped
March buy his tickets, with a vocabulary of strictly railroad English,
had to help him find the pieces in the baggage-room, curiously estranged
in a mountain of alien boxes. One official weighed them; another obliged
him to pay as much in freight as for a third passenger, and gave him an
illegible scrap of paper which recorded their number and destination.
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