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Presently he came upon a Rhine castle, set upon one of these lonely
hills; and in front of it, coming down to the water, a series of
terraces and gardens. There were paths, and watercourses, “bridal-veil”
falls, and fountains with stone-carved frogs and storks and turtles and
tritons—all suffering from drought, for the water was shut off. You
could guess that the owner was away, because the window-shades in the
Rhine castle were drawn, and here and there throughout the gardens were
great lumps of white sheeting, evidently wrapped about statues. Some of
these were on pedestals, and some perched on the stone walls; and
directly over the head of each hung an electric light.
It was such a curious phenomenon that Bunny took the trouble to climb
into the garden, and lift up the hem of one of these sheets, and was
embarrassed to discover the entirely naked round limbs of a large marble
lady—presumably a Lorelei, or other kind of German lady, because you
could tell by the shape of the cloth, and by feeling through it, that
she had a goblet uplifted in one hand, and behind her head a thick
marble rope, made by her braided hair. With golden comb she combs it,
you remember, and sings a song thereby, das hat eine wundersame
gewaltige Melodei; and Bunny was the fisher-boy whom it seized with a
wild woe. He peered under half a dozen of the sheets, and counted the
rest, establishing the fact that the gardens contained no less than
thirty-two large, fat marble ladies with braided hair hanging down their
backs. An amazing spectacle it must have afforded, at night when all the
lights were turned on—and no one to behold it but seals! Yes; Bunny
looked out over the sea, and there was not a sail in sight, but close to
the shore were clusters of rocks, and on these the seals sat waiting to
see if he were going to unveil the statues, and bring back the merry
days before prohibition ruined America!
He returned to the beach, and walked on. The sun was high now, and the
water tempting; there were more rocks with seals on them, and
green-white breakers splashing over them, not high enough to be
dangerous, but just enough to be alluring. Bunny made sure he was alone,
and then undressed and waded into the water.
The attention of the seals became riveted upon him, and with each step
that he took, one of them would give a hump, hump, and get nearer to the
water’s edge. Some of them were yellow, and some a dark brown, little
ones and big ones, each of them enormously fat—having consumed his own
weight in fish in the course of a day. As Bunny swam near, they slid
silently off the rocks, politely yielding place to him; when he
clambered onto the rocks, they would bob up and form a circle a few
yards away, yellow heads and brown heads sticking out of the water,
whiskers bristling and mild eyes staring. They were strangely human, a
circle of foreign children, watching some visitor who does not know
their language and may or may not be dangerous.
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