d now you will agree with me that we have proof positive that
it is flat. Look round on every side--the country is as level as a
billiard table, the water in the canals does not run one way more than
another, there's not a single elevation between us and the distant
horizon. Yes, I am convinced of the fact: one does learn something by
travelling."

The Baron, who was seldom in an argumentative mood, smiled blandly, and
replied, "Yes, my dear Count, you are probably right as far as Holland
is concerned. When we reach other parts of the world we may be
compelled, against our better judgment, to change our opinion, but time
enough for that when we get there; let us at present side with those who
hold to the opinion that the world is flat, but not with those who
pronounce it stale and unprofitable, for Holland is certainly not
unprofitable, or the people would not look so wealthy, fat, and
comfortable."

After the canal had made several turnings, the tall steeples of Alkmaar,
quaint and ancient, appeared in sight, but it was some time before the
steamer reached the quay of that picturesque town.

Leaving the steamboat, the Count and the Baron at once going to an
hotel, ordered dinner to be prepared, having invited their new friend to
join them.

"Though Alkmaar is a place of no great importance at present," observed
their friend, "it can boast of three things--its heroic defence against
the Spaniards, of which I will give you an account by-and-by as we walk
round the ramparts; of its cleanliness, of which you have ocular proof;
and of the vast amount of excellent cheese which it exports; indeed, it
is said to do more business in cheese than any other town in the world.
There are also two or three quaint and curious buildings which are
worthy of a visit."

"We will visit them in their turn," observed the Baron.

As he descended the steps of the hotel he evidently created some
sensation among the market people, fishwives, the butter-sellers, and
others who thronged the streets. Perceiving this, he stopped short and
looked about him with a benignant air. "Perhaps, if I were to take up
my residence here, I might be elected Burgomaster," he thought to
himself, "though at home it might be beneath my rank to enter into
commerce. I should have no objection to deal in cheese, they look so
clean, and taste so nice, and have so fragrant an odour. A million
cheeses exported by Baron Stilkin and Company would sound well, a