But the boat was already sweeping under, and the bridge taking the
German across his shoulders threw him with sudden violence to the
platform below, whence he rolled over into the canal, uttering a half
stifled cry for help as the water closed over him.
But he rose again instantly panting and spluttering, and striking out
vigorously for the boat; he presently succeeded in laying hold of the
edge of the platform, and, the steersman lending him a helping hand,
clambered on board, crestfallen and dripping, while the crowd on deck,
seeing him safe, indulged in a hearty laugh at his expense.
"I loss mein bipe," he said ruefully, shrugging his shoulders and
shaking the water from his clothes.
"Well, you got a free bath in exchange and may be thankful you didn't
lose your life," remarked the steersman with a grin. "Next time I call
out bridge I guess you'll duck your head like the rest."
The rain had been falling heavily all night, but the sun shone brightly,
and the clouds were flying before a high wind that blew fresh and cool
from Lake Erie as the Pauline glided quietly into Cleveland.
"What a beautiful city!" exclaimed the young Keiths as they stepped
ashore. "Do let us walk to the hotel, father, if it is not too far."
"Just as Aunt Wealthy and your mother say," he replied, taking the baby
from his wife. "I am told it is but a short distance, Marcia; I will
have our heavy baggage carried directly to the steamer which leaves this
afternoon; and Rupert and the girls can take charge of the satchels and
small packages."
The ladies decided in favor of the walk as affording agreeable exercise
and enabling them to see the city to better advantage than if cooped up
in hack or omnibus, and no one regretted their choice: they found the
wide streets so clean, the breeze so refreshing and exhilarating, and
enjoyed so very much gazing upon the tall, elegant looking houses and
the pretty things displayed in the windows of the large, handsome
stores.
After a good dinner at the hotel, Mr. Keith, his wife and older
children, went out for another stroll about the city; Miss Stanhope, who
insisted that she had had exercise enough, and preferred to stay where
she was, taking charge of the little ones in their absence.
On the return of the pedestrians the whole party went on board the
steamer which was to convey them across the lake to Detroit. It was a
fine boat, the cabin large and handsome; staterooms on each side
furnished with berths of far more comfortable size than those of the
canal packets.
The table here was better, too, both in its appointments and the quality
of the food, and was set in a lower saloon, reached from the upper one
by a flight of broad winding stairs.
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