After a night of rest, we were met at the breakfast table with such a warm smile that we felt “We are at home here,” and, for the present, there will be an interruption of our hotel life.
Afterwards, we walked to Turbental. Here, near the pretty white church, is the cemetery in which are the last remains of Uncle Wilhelm. A very pretty stone marks the spot where he lies and, according to the custom of this country, his grave is in a row with strangers aside and all around him. They have no family lots in these cemeteries, and it makes a very pretty picture to see all the different iron crosses and stone slabs monuments around the church.