chance to see anything, on account of my heedless-
ness. But when I thought I had borne about enough
of this kind of talk, I threatened to make Harris
tramp back to the summit and make a report on that
scenery, and this suggestion spiked his battery.

We drove sullenly through Brienz, dead to the
seductions of its bewildering array of Swiss carvings
and the clamorous hoo-hooing of its cuckoo clocks,
and had not entirely recovered our spirits when we
rattled across the bridge over the rushing blue river
and entered the pretty town of Interlaken. It was
just about sunset, and we had made the trip from
Lucerne in ten hours.

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